“Quick!Twisttheswitpeople’sbrainsandorderthemtogototheirpcesofworship.Itdoesn’tmatteriftheyareCatholics,Protestant,Jews,BuddhistsorMuslims.Allorthodoxanduniversallyacceptedformsionwilldo.”Imaginationaivityimmediatelyturocarryouttheirmaster’sordersandallofasuddencarsgedroutesandpeoplehurriedtotheirchurches,temples,synagoguesandmosques.Dimitricppedhishandssaying,“Thatismyidealworld.Iagisocietywouldbeewithion.”
Helookedupandsawthewhitecloudhangingthereabovehimandthought.“Thatcloudlooksfamiliar.ItresemblesonefromtheKingdomofDreams.Perhapsithadtravelledthousandsofmilespassingthroughhillsandmountains,seasandosjusttofindme.Look!Itspurewhitecolorhasbeendirtiedinsomepces.Perhapsitfloatedaboveforestswhichwasonfireandhadbeenscorched.Perhapsitpassedthremetropoliswheretheairwasextremelypollutedandthereforewastaihem.IfthiscloudhadefromtheKingdomofDreamsinseare,whatcoulditwant?Dimitriturheswithisbrainandloandbehold,thattarnishedcloudbecamewhiteassnowagain.Thegrey,foggyandsmokyskyturnedblueagainandtheairbecameclearandevenhadafloralfragrance.Dimitrithensawthepeoplestreamingoutoftheirpcesofworship.Hesppedhisforeheadandsaid,“Oh!It’snotSundaytoday,sotherearenoservithosechurchesandtemples.Theywilgaiogoabouttheirbusinessandmaketheirliving.Thatisthepriustpayfortheirexisteatleastintheirheartofhearts,theyhaveanaltarfortheirgodwheretheyfesstheirsins,askfivenessandmaketheirsoulspureagain.AlthoughIamnotafrequentchurchgoer,butihofmyheartthereisaerreservedfionwhereIoftengotogairengthandpower.”AsDimitriwalkedalohatthepeoplehepassedwereallsmiling,happyandverypolite.“Ah!Thatisreallyanewworld!”ThenhewonderedwhyhehadtowaittillhewasfastasleeptogotohisKingdomofDreams?“IamfullyawakenowandwalkingihrivingandbustlingstreetsofthemundaneworldwhichIfeelisnodifferentfromstrollingalongthesereneaifulpathsofmyKingdomofDreams?TometherealworldisthesameastheKingdomofDreamsandMyKingdomofDreamsisincludedinthisrgemetropolis.”DimitriwalkedalonghappilyfollowedbythecloudfromtheKingdomofDreams.
Dimitriactallykickedaywilelyingbytheroadside,whichrolledawayforquiteadistancebeforefallingdownaflightofsteps.Thereonthet,itbrokeintmentswithafrighteningcrashthatsplihecalmandquietoftheearlym.Thesunwasalreadyup,scatteringitsbrilliantraysovertheearth,buttheatmosphereherewaseerilysilent,lifelessahargic.Couldalltheresidentsherebesick?Ifso,theirillnessmustbeserious,evenmortal.Tobemoreprecise,itwasnottheresidentswhowereill,butratherthewholesocietyhadbeeterminallyill.herorpedestrianscouldbeseenoreetsofthisneighborhood.Everywheretheeyecouldreachwasfullofdisorderlyandmessypileseleftoverfromthenightbeforewithnostreeterdoinganyingup.Thiswasthemostnotoriouspartoftown,thebreedinggroundofcrimeandsin.Gamblinganddrugtraffigwererampartahebravestwenfortofficerstreadwarilyhereandcameonlyiftheyhadto.Naturallythishadbeethehavenforprostitution.Gangsandundergroundforcescarvedouttheirownrealmsofinflueurfwarseruptedwhenrivaliscsh.Multiplegunshoutatnightasamatterofcourseandlivesofibystanderslostintheseflictscouldonlybetedassacrificestothedarknight.Thepolicedidnotnormallysetfootintheseparts.Ifnotforthelureofhighpay,whowouldbesofoolishastoputtheirlivesonthelineandpatrolhere?Eveheydoe,itwasonlythebriefestofnominalvisits.Thepolicecarwouldarriveandthenjustturnaroundanddrivequicklyaway.Thiswasnoman’sndwhereanarchyruled,aerutterlyrejectedbysociety.Likeanincurablecer,itwaslefttofesteranddecay.ThisregionwasnotunfamiliartoDimitribecausehegrewupinasimirenviroandthishadbeenhisroaminggroundasayoungster.Hehadnotbeenhereforalongtimeandwasvisitingtheareaforapurposeunknowntoanyoneelse.
NotfarfromtherewastheGreyhoundBusTerminalwheretheloudrumbleofiningandoutgoingbusenginesscheduledsoveryclosetogetherwasstantlyheard.Herewaswherethecrowdsgregatedtogetonoroffthelongdistancebusesandwasthereforethenaturalgatheringpceofallkindsofpeople,goodandbad,highandlow.Dimitristoodstilttheerofthestreetlostinthought,thinkingabouthischildhoodwhenheroamedthesestreetsandlivedlikeastarveddogalwayshungryandthirsty.Justthen,ateen-agersuddenlyranheadlongtowardshimfromacrossthestreet,followedcloselybyamiddle-agedmanwhoshoutedtoDimitri,
“Catchhim!Catchthatlittlethief.Hestolemywallet!”
“No,Iboostnowallet!”shoutedtheyoungboy“Hewantstokillme…Helpme.Helpmeplease…”pleadedtheboyasheranpastDimitri.Whenthemiddle-agedman,whowasrunningaftertheboypassedDimitri,heturnedhisheadcursingangrily,
“Damnyou,youFKingstupidbastard.Toldyoutostophim,didn’tI?Whydidn’tyou?IfIdohim,watchwhatIwilldotoyouwhenIeback…”Thatangrymanmaybemiddle-aged,buthesurecouldrunfast.Hesooncaughtupwiththeboy,grabbedhimbythecolrandthrewhimtotheground.Justasheraisedhisfistandwasabouttohittheboy,Dimitriorderedhistwoloyalservants,
“Quick!Goandstoptheman.Alsotwisttheswitboththeirbrainsahappens…”Imaginationwasfasterthanhispanion.Hereachedthemanfirst,twistedtheswithisbrainandthendidthesametotheteen-ager.Andloandbehold,amiraclehappehemanloweredhisraisedfistandsmilinglyhelpedtheyoungboytogetup,saying,
“….sorry…sorry…lilbro…SorryIthrewyouontheground.Youhurt?”
“…Myfault,bro”saidtheteen-agerjumpingupfromtheground.“Allmyfault.Didoboostyourwallet…Don’tbmeyouforbein’angry…Iwaswrong,bigbro,pleasefiveme…”Takingthewalletfromhispocket,hehaothemanwithbothhands.Themanpushedtheboy’shandsawaysaying,
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