Book3:WereMyDreamIs

schildhoodandtioblobubbleswithgreatrelisha.Alroundhimwerenoisyfootsteps,somebrisk,andfulloffidehoughhewasblind,Dimitricouldfeelthevibesofthejeeringandsfullookscasthisway,looksthatwerepletelydevoidofhumaiment.Theyseemedtosay,“Timeismoimeproducewealth.Sittingattheerofthestreetisjustwastingtimeandwastingyourlife.Youareadregofsociety,agood-for-nothing!”ButDimitrisattherepletelyignthoseknife-likedigs.Ashetioblobubbles,hemutteredtohimself,“Iliveformyselfalone.Whathasotherpeople’slookshavetodowithme?Tocareabouttheopinionofothersislikeaskingfortroubleandwmyselffornothing…”Themulti-coloredbubblesfloatingupwardsandsoondisappeared.Likedreams,bubblesbursteasily,butsoonotherbubblesfloatuptotheskies,justa