Book1:TeDream-Maker
Thepainoftheimpactmadehimdrophison.Heshookhisheadandlookedagain.Nob.wasadream.Hehadhitthenarrowdderwithsuchforcethatthepartofhishaweehumbandtheindexfingerwastorn.Sheihadnoteback.Shehadedtoclosethelidoftheman-holeandthefaintgraylightofdawnfilteredthrough.Itwasanotherday.Dimitrisatontheground,dazed,holdinghisinjuredhandnotknowihertocryh. Dimitrifoldeduphissleepingbagandputeverythingintepsticbag.Heclimbedupthestepsandfoundthathehadhititsohardwiththesteelpipethatitwascrooked.Hesmiledgrimlyasherecalledtheseinhisdream.Ifhehadreallyhitthedevil,hewouldhavebashedhisheadin.Ohwell!Heputhisbelongingsbatohiscartandpusheditinfrontofhim.Thelightswerestillonintheshops,butthedawnwasgraduallydrivingawaythedarkherewasnoonearouhedesertedstreets.ItwastooearlyandDimitrireallydidn’thaveaogo.Pushinghiscart,hefeltasearingpaininhishand."ImustgoandfindMariannatoba,”hethought.Theashamed.Whydidhealwaysthinkofherwhenhewashurtry?Heagainpassedtheparkbenchwheretheoldcouplehadsatthenightbefore.Theolddymusthavebeeygirlwhenshewasyoung,andherhusband,ahandsomeyoungmaheywereanidealcoupleandhavehadaperfectlife,hemused.ThenhisthoughtsturoShei,theyoungprostitute,whoseprofessionwastosellcheaplytheuseofhersexualans.Dimitrididnotlookdownonher.Hewasedaboutherwhereabouts.Prostitutionwastheoldestprofessionintheworldbecausesocietycouldnotdowithoutit.Itwasobaheunbancedpartofhumannature,justasaunityneededsewerstodrainitswastewaterandraintopreventflooding.Sheioor,unfortunateyounggirlbutherprofessionwasaformoflife.herbod