Book1:TeDream-Maker

herewasn’tmuchdiffereweewo．Theywerebothrepairshops，onedealingwithmaes，theotherwiththehumanbody．AcrossthesquarewasaCatholicChurch,elegantandcssical,whereheoftenheardsoothingandpeacefulmusicofthechoirapaheaningfromtheinterior，inspiringhisimagination．Thenunsintheirflowingveilsandhabitseandgoontheirsacredandcharitablemissions，likenymphsdesdingfromheaven．Hehadoftenwishedhecouldsummonupenoughcetogetonintimatetermswiththem,butheneverdaredto．Afterpassingthesquare,hecametosomenarrowsteeltracks,whichhadalwaysbeehoughnotrainevercamethrough．Itmustbearemnantofthepioneerdays．Thenearerhegottohisdestinatioerhisheartwentpitapat．Thestreetswerestilldesertedintheearlym．Abatteredcarparkedbythesideofthestreet，withitslightsstillfshingweaklyaddedtothesenseofdesotioerieswerealmostusedupandthecarlookedwornout．Thedriverhadfallenasleepinhisseat，evidentlyexhausted．Boththedriverandthecarhadco-operatedwellontheirlongtripandnowbothweretiredandneededarest．Furtherdowicedadeadseagulllyingonthepavement．Whyhaditleftitsnaturalhabitatbythewatersauredintohumansocietyonlytoendonthesidewalks?Itwasstillearly,butcarsarianshadalreadybeguntoappear,goinghastilyontheirwaywithcoldexpressionlessfaces．Asheapproachedthefinancialdistrict，hesawthetwenty-fourstoreyWorldBankbuildingthatspreadovertheentireblock．Itwashardtobelievethatallthisbeloohim!Ithadn’topesdoorsyet,soDimitrisquatteddownonthecurbacrossthestreettowaitquietly．

    Withthepassingoftime，Dimitribecametenseandworried．Hecouldhearthefranticthumpingofhisheart．Thestree