This story is nothing of a fluid chronicle, but mainly loose thoughts and recollections of a dairy, that seemed important enough to be captured and remembered and has been woven into a storyline. Its the uncontrollable ramblings of an aggravated passive activist, a fallen dreamer who became a hypocrite.
I've written many versions of this urban legend, some parts are still omitted because I was incapable to describe it sufficiently and my words did it injustice.
This is also why this narrative houses no concrete answers, but tells you about the potential translations of details. The story is build up out of statements that aren't facts and just give the impression of what could be a possible truth. It just makes you aware, but unaware to what exactly.