Book3:WereMyDreamIs(2/112)
“That’sstrange.”
“Whatsobadaboutbeingsingle?”askedCharinadefensively.
“Heavens!Arethehandsomeyouhecityallblindlikemethattheyletsuchabeautifulyoungwomanlivealone?”jokedDimitri.
“It’snotthatIhaven’tthoughtofgettingmarried”admittedCharina.“It’sjustthatatthemomentImustdevoteallmytimeandattentiontomywriting,soIjustotbedistractedbyanythingelse.Oh,peoyoureyes,Dimitri?”Dimitriseemedtomakeoutshadowymovementsofherhandsastheymovedtoandfrobeforehiseyesuhebrightsunlight.
“It’snothing.Ibecameblind.Ithinkitmustbethewillofheaven.Ihavebeeusedtoit,butitisnotveryvewhenItrytogetarous.It’snothingreally”,repliedDimitriresignedly.
“ItmustbeGod’swill”saidCharina,makingthesignofthecrossonherself.“Hemusthavegreatthingsinstoreforyoutodo.”
“Let’shopeso”repliedDimitri.Thenhequicklygedthesubjedasked,“Areyoustillwritingnovels?Iamagreatfanofyours.Whatkindofnovelsareyouwritingatthemoment?”
“That’swhathasbeenbme”repliedCharina.“Ihavepublishedabouttwodozennovelsandhavealsohadquiteafollowing.ButIfeelthatthenovelsIhavewrittenareshallow,mediodthethemeshavebeenmuchrepeated.Iwanttowriteaboutsomethingthathash,somethingnovendinal.ButIhavenotbeeosettledownonanythingasyetandhaven’twrittenasinglewordforoverayear.YousayIhavebeenhavingawriter’sblock.”
“Really?Whatdoyouwanttowriteabout?PerhapsIgiveyousomematerialsestions.”
“Iwanttowriteaboutwhatisbehindtheblueskies”saidCharinapointingtotheskiesaboveher.“IwanttoknowifthereintheKingdombeyondtheblueskiesthereisloveandwarfare.Thatwouldbeanattractivetopic.”
“Ofcoursethereis”repliedDimitriwithouthesitation.“Wheretherearepeople,therewillwaysbeloveflidwar.Thatisanungeableironcdrule.”
“TellmewhatyouknowaboutthingsintheheavenssothatIusethemibook”beggedChariedly.
“Toputitsimply,”beganDimitrilikeabardofold,“beyondtheblueskiesthereisawealthy,mysteriousKingdoheKingdomisfamousforitsbeautifulwomenwhichareasprolificastheflrowingeverywhereinthegardens.Thisarousedtheenvyandjealousyofaprimitivenativetribelivinginthedenseforestsandmountainsandflidwarfarethusbegan.Solongastherearehumanbeings,therewillbeenvyandjealousy...”
“Stop.Stop”criedCharina.“Thismustbeaveryiingstory.IneedmoretimetolistentoyoutellmeeverythingiailbutnowImustgotochurass.youwaitformehere?Iwillbebackbeforenoon.”
“Noproblewillsithereandwaitforyoutillyoueback.”
“ImeanttotakeMaureenbaebeforeIwenttoMass,butnowit’stoote.Wouldyoubewillingtotakeforme?”
“Sure,noproblem.Iwouldbemorethanhappytotakecareofthislovelylittledogforyou.Wewillbegoodfriends.”
Dimitriwasdifferentfromotherhomelesspeople.Althoughhewasshabbilydressed,hewasnotdirty.Manyhomelesspeoplearebad-tempered,irrationandaddictedtoalddrugs.Theydonotwashandoftengiveoffastinkthatmakesitimpossibleforpeopletogethem.Dimitri,oherhand,wasgentleandwell-mannered,quietlydoinggoodintheneighborhood,earningthereputationofa‘GoodSamaritan’Seebook1TheDream-Maker.ThereforeCharinahadnoqualmsaboutleaviinhiscare.Pointingtothepaperbag,shesaid,“ThisisthebreakfastIboughtforMaureen,butheisahospitablelittleguyandhasevidentlydecidedthathewantsyoutohaveit.Goobefetscold.”
“WhatwillMaureehehisbreakfast?’askedDimitrishyly.
“Oh,hehashisownfood”repliedhisowner.“Waithereamomentplease,”saidCharinawalkingquicklytowardsherdcamebacksoonwithabag.“Thisishisdogfood.Thereisabowlinsideyouusetoscoopitoutandtherearesomebottledwaterthatbothofyoudrink.Mycarisrightthereuhetrees.Ifitgetstoohot,getinthedlistentosomemusic.Iwillbebackbeforenoon.”
“Noprobleveeverythingtome.Youbettergooryouwillbete.BeingteforMassisdisrespectfultoGod.”
“Whatsobadaboutbeingsingle?”askedCharinadefensively.
“Heavens!Arethehandsomeyouhecityallblindlikemethattheyletsuchabeautifulyoungwomanlivealone?”jokedDimitri.
“It’snotthatIhaven’tthoughtofgettingmarried”admittedCharina.“It’sjustthatatthemomentImustdevoteallmytimeandattentiontomywriting,soIjustotbedistractedbyanythingelse.Oh,peoyoureyes,Dimitri?”Dimitriseemedtomakeoutshadowymovementsofherhandsastheymovedtoandfrobeforehiseyesuhebrightsunlight.
“It’snothing.Ibecameblind.Ithinkitmustbethewillofheaven.Ihavebeeusedtoit,butitisnotveryvewhenItrytogetarous.It’snothingreally”,repliedDimitriresignedly.
“ItmustbeGod’swill”saidCharina,makingthesignofthecrossonherself.“Hemusthavegreatthingsinstoreforyoutodo.”
“Let’shopeso”repliedDimitri.Thenhequicklygedthesubjedasked,“Areyoustillwritingnovels?Iamagreatfanofyours.Whatkindofnovelsareyouwritingatthemoment?”
“That’swhathasbeenbme”repliedCharina.“Ihavepublishedabouttwodozennovelsandhavealsohadquiteafollowing.ButIfeelthatthenovelsIhavewrittenareshallow,mediodthethemeshavebeenmuchrepeated.Iwanttowriteaboutsomethingthathash,somethingnovendinal.ButIhavenotbeeosettledownonanythingasyetandhaven’twrittenasinglewordforoverayear.YousayIhavebeenhavingawriter’sblock.”
“Really?Whatdoyouwanttowriteabout?PerhapsIgiveyousomematerialsestions.”
“Iwanttowriteaboutwhatisbehindtheblueskies”saidCharinapointingtotheskiesaboveher.“IwanttoknowifthereintheKingdombeyondtheblueskiesthereisloveandwarfare.Thatwouldbeanattractivetopic.”
“Ofcoursethereis”repliedDimitriwithouthesitation.“Wheretherearepeople,therewillwaysbeloveflidwar.Thatisanungeableironcdrule.”
“TellmewhatyouknowaboutthingsintheheavenssothatIusethemibook”beggedChariedly.
“Toputitsimply,”beganDimitrilikeabardofold,“beyondtheblueskiesthereisawealthy,mysteriousKingdoheKingdomisfamousforitsbeautifulwomenwhichareasprolificastheflrowingeverywhereinthegardens.Thisarousedtheenvyandjealousyofaprimitivenativetribelivinginthedenseforestsandmountainsandflidwarfarethusbegan.Solongastherearehumanbeings,therewillbeenvyandjealousy...”
“Stop.Stop”criedCharina.“Thismustbeaveryiingstory.IneedmoretimetolistentoyoutellmeeverythingiailbutnowImustgotochurass.youwaitformehere?Iwillbebackbeforenoon.”
“Noproblewillsithereandwaitforyoutillyoueback.”
“ImeanttotakeMaureenbaebeforeIwenttoMass,butnowit’stoote.Wouldyoubewillingtotakeforme?”
“Sure,noproblem.Iwouldbemorethanhappytotakecareofthislovelylittledogforyou.Wewillbegoodfriends.”
Dimitriwasdifferentfromotherhomelesspeople.Althoughhewasshabbilydressed,hewasnotdirty.Manyhomelesspeoplearebad-tempered,irrationandaddictedtoalddrugs.Theydonotwashandoftengiveoffastinkthatmakesitimpossibleforpeopletogethem.Dimitri,oherhand,wasgentleandwell-mannered,quietlydoinggoodintheneighborhood,earningthereputationofa‘GoodSamaritan’Seebook1TheDream-Maker.ThereforeCharinahadnoqualmsaboutleaviinhiscare.Pointingtothepaperbag,shesaid,“ThisisthebreakfastIboughtforMaureen,butheisahospitablelittleguyandhasevidentlydecidedthathewantsyoutohaveit.Goobefetscold.”
“WhatwillMaureehehisbreakfast?’askedDimitrishyly.
“Oh,hehashisownfood”repliedhisowner.“Waithereamomentplease,”saidCharinawalkingquicklytowardsherdcamebacksoonwithabag.“Thisishisdogfood.Thereisabowlinsideyouusetoscoopitoutandtherearesomebottledwaterthatbothofyoudrink.Mycarisrightthereuhetrees.Ifitgetstoohot,getinthedlistentosomemusic.Iwillbebackbeforenoon.”
“Noprobleveeverythingtome.Youbettergooryouwillbete.BeingteforMassisdisrespectfultoGod.”