Book3:WereMyDreamIs
tswhatever.”Theyoungmanwalkedohought.Hisyoungwifeonlykhathewasawealthymedicaldoctor,butdidnotknowthathedidabortionsaswell. DimitrididnotgehispositionashesquattedbythesquareinfrontoftheBARTstation.Witheverythingpitchbfrontofhim,hehadogoandtherewasnowherehewaogo.Davidytherebesidehimonthehard,icycoldpavement,snloudly.Inthisdenselypoputedmetropolisfullofbusytraffioisystreets,itwasamazinghowhecouldbetotallyobliviousofallthateningaroundhimandremainsoundasleep,afeatnotmanypeoplewerecapableof.Dimitriwonderedwhothehappierpersonwas:theworkaholicbusytoilingfrtonighttogetaheadathisjobandtosupporthisfamilyorthissnoozinghobolostindreamshehadwoven.Hardtosay.Dimitrilisteentlytothedisorderlyfootstepsaro