Book1:TeDream-Maker
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acywiththeoppositesex．Idon’tthinkthere’sanothermanlikemeintheworld.”Heknewhehadadeepinferiorityplexahewasnotgoodenoughforanyofthem．Hecametorealizethatthereasonhecouldnotpursuethewomanhefanciedwasbecausehenevercreatedthenecessaryfoundationforhimselftoloveandbeloved．Therefore，hepcedthemoal，outeandunapproachable，onlytobelookedatandadmiredfromafar． Onthewayhesawpedestrianswearingallkindsofclothes：meninformalsuits，casualpantsorT-shirtsandjeansandwomeninbusinesssuits，prettycolorfuldresses，miniskirtsorsizableclothes．Therewasenoughvarietytodazzleone’seyes．Therewerealsocable-cars，muni-cars，doubledeckbusesandcarsofallbrandsandmodelsscootingaboutoreets．Thebuildingswerejustasdiversified，rangingfromoldVictorianmansionstomodernskyscrapers．"Why!It’slikeahugeamusementparklikeDisneynd!”hethought．Dimitriwasamanofalmostfifty，butheretaihecuriosityofateenageraforlifeofamuchyoungerman．Theworldwasfullofinequality．Somemenwereriewerepoor．Dimitrikepthisequilibriumbythesimplephilosophyofbelievingi，presentandfuturelives．Hethoughtthatinhispreviouslife，hemusthavebeeedmillionairewhantlysquanderedhiswealthaedwomenbadly，thatwaswhyheoorinthislifeandnevercouldexperienceloveorromaookfortinthebeliefthatifhewasgoodinthislife，hewouldbehappyi．Thisseeminglylogicalbeliefwasfasatingandromantidactuallywasquiteprevalenti．Dimitricalleditasee-sawphilosophy． DimitriwalkedonandonuntilhefoundhimselfinthefamiliarsurroundingsofOaknd，hisfavoritehangout．Feelingtired,hesatoepsofthepostoffi13thstreettorest．ARollsRoycestoppedinfrontofthebuildingandawell-dressedwomansteppedouttofeedthemeter．Dimitri’seyesweregluedtotheglittering，silver-coloredshoeshehadseeninhisdreams．Agroupofboysrodebyontheirbikes；somechildrenwalkedhandinhaheirnurseryschoolteachers；oldpeoplefromHotelOakndsatsunningthemselvesinthegardeninfrontofthebuilding；acoupleinwheelchairscamebacktogetherfromtheirgroceryshopping．Dimitrisuddeasifitwerespringwheremyriadsofflowersbloomedprofusely，andpeopleofallcolors，bck，whiteandyellowwalkedaround，nude，idlychattinganddrinkihegrassamidtheflowers，orjoyfullylisteningtomusicovertheradiointhisparadiseoh—allracesofpeopleinperfectharmony．Flowersdonotneedclothes，herdoanimals，whyshouldhumaheexception? JoewalkedoutofthepostoffidsawDimitrisittingtherelostinreverie．Helookedathimptuouslyandwalkedbywithoutaword．HewentbacktotherestaurantandsaidtoMarianna： "Isawyoursonsittingoepsofthepostoffice．" "Myson？Whatareyoutalkingabout?" "Dimitri！Yoodtohim,savingthechoicestleftoversforhim.Isn’theyourson?" "Bull-Sh1T！Mindyourownbusiness!”Withthat，Mariannarushedoutandrantothepostoffice．ThereshefoundDimitristaringoutintospacelostinhisday-dreams，obliviousofhissurroundings．Sheshookhimandsaid， "！Dimitri！！Wherehaveyoubeefewdays?Whatareyoudoinghere？You’llcatchcoldsittinginthiswind．Aren’tyouhungry？ebackwithmeandhavesomethinghottoeat.”Dimitricamebacktorealitywithajolt． "Hi，Marianna!”hesaid．Hisstomachgrowledandhesmiledsheepishly,"GuessI’mhungry.”AndhefollowedMariannabacktotherestaurant．Onth