"A long time ago, there was such a country: there was no violence and oppression, no discrimination and aggression, no killing and darkness. The people living in this country loved each other and lived in harmony..." "Brother, is that the Kingdom of Heaven?" "Brother, a more beautiful place than the Kingdom of Heaven." The two brothers in tattered clothes huddled in a narrow corner, shivering. "Then why is it gone now?" The younger brother huddled in his elder brother's arms, his young face turned blue by the cold wind. "I don't know? Maybe God or something else doesn't allow this country to exist..." The elder brother hugged his younger brother tighter. He smiled, his smile was very warm, as if it could drive away the cold here, and his brother stopped shivering. "I really want to be in that country..." "Yeah, me too, brother." The elder brother reached out and caught a piece of falling snow like goose feathers. He opened his palms and quietly watched the pearl-like ice crystals on his palms melt quietly. "So, brother. Someone should create such a country..." The elder brother's eyes showed a maturity that was beyond his age, but the younger brother had fallen asleep unknowingly. "We want to create a country without cold and hunger..." At the end, he murmured in his sleep. This is where this long and grand story unfolds.