Book1:TeDream-Maker
tswereingalivewithcarsariahedoorofWorldBankfinallyopened.GatheringuphisceDimitrimovedslowlytowardsit.Hisraggedimagereflectedbythepolishedmarbleshamedhim,buthesteeledhimselftopushopentherevolvingdoorandsteppedintotheinterior,hisheartalmostjumpingoutofhismouth.Inthehallleyesrivetedtotheintruder,thisdirty,ragged,homelesspersonwhobravedthesanctuaryoftherich.Hesteppedohick,softcarpetashemadeforthelinefinfrontoftheterandthoughthowwonderfulitwouldbetosleeponit.Itwouldsurelybelikelyingonclouds.Whatsweetdreamsmightetohim?Hisrovingthoughtswereinterruptedbythevoiceofthetellerasking, "MayIhelpyou,sir?" "Ineedsomemoney,butIhaveificate.” 9 "Haveyoulostitormispcedit?Pleasegoovertoohedesksacrosstheaisleandaskforarept.”Dimitrilookedacrosstheaisletowherethetellerpointedandsawarowofdeskswithadozenorsobaalkingtoers. "Thankyou.”Hemovedtowardsthedesks,butalltheclerkswerebusyandnoonepaidtheslightestattentiontohim.Hestoodawkwardlyinthemiddleofthehugehall,notknowingwhattodo.Asecurityguard,whohadbeenpayitentiontohim,cameoverandsaid, "MayIhelpyou?" "Ineedsomemohaveificate.Theytoldmetogothereaarept.” Justthenaeratohedesksstoodup,shookhandswiththeclerkandturogo.ThesecurityguardpoihedeskandaskedDimitritobeseated.Theclerkwasverypolite.SheintroducedherselfandwaitedforDimitritobeseatedbeforesittingdownherself.Thesecurityguardstoodonearbyincaseofadisturbance. "HowmayIhelpyousir.” "Ineedsomemohaveicate.Theytoldmetoeovertothisaisle..."Hebegantostutterinhisay.