One night Shimo dreamed. He was in a elevator. And the elevator started falling down!! B1,B2. . . . .B20,B30, and finally down to the BXX floor. When the door openned, an unknown world appeared in front of him. He started to walk the strange world. He saw narrow streets, people walking back and forth, old and low houses, and various kinds of tiny shops. Those were the images of older times when his grandmother was alive. The landscape of the town seemed as an utopia for him.
The other day when he was wandering around the town, he found a vacant flat. He decided to draw a picture of the flat. He made a lot of drawings. When he finished the painting, he found that they closely look alike the scene he had before seen with his eyes .
From that day, he goes to his new atelier and draws old scenes of the town. He gradually wants to draw bigger pictures using a wall of the building as a canvas. He made little paintings on a door of a closed shop. Whenever he found a free space, he drew some some more.
Then one day he passed by his work, he noticed a little stall opened in front of his drawing. He talked to the shop keeper.
The man said,
“I was very moved by the drawings I saw at the street. I think this is an ideal town.”
As time went by, a lot of shops began to stand one after another, and three years after, the town was full of colors, smells and voices of people. That scenery was different from what he had seen under the ground, but its atmosphere was the kind he so much enjoyed there.
