ntlightagainshohepurewhiteEasterlily,itappearedmoresacredandentingthanever.

    “AreyouWhiteFairy?”criedDimitri.

    “Yes.IamEasterlily.Iamalsoaflowerthatbloomsinyourheart.Iamtheproductoftheslightestandmostintricatesciousnessofyourheart.Iexistineveryone’sheart,butmostpeopleigheirsoulsaresocoveredwiththedustandgrimethattheyme.Onlyyoudiscoveredme.ThatisperhapsGod’sblisstoyou.NowyoutellmewhatyouwantandIwillhelpyourealizeit.”

    “Iwantheavysmoke.Iwantasmokesoheavyitwouldyroomandmyceilinglikeacurtain,tosmefromtheevilpryiaringatme”.

    “Yes,master.Don’tfetIamnotonlyaflower.Iamalsoapuffofsmoke.Iwilldoasyouand.”

    DensesmokeappearedinDimitri’sroomandstartedtodispersetoeveryer,beingdenseranddensereverymoment.Dimitrithought,“Thoughtisthehumanbrain’smaintool.Itisalsotheimpetusthatpropelscivilizationforward.Butsometimesstopthinkingandnotusioolbetterdemonstratethesuperiorityofthebrain.”Dimitriwalkedpurposefullytowardsthewindowandswungoutofitwithouttheleasthesitation.Whenhisfeettouchedthepavementbelowandhewasabouttowalkquicklyaway,herealizedhehadfottenhiswhitee.Infrontofhimwasawideexpanseofdarkoablindman,itwasdifficulttomoveastepwithouthiswhitee.Justthehesoundofaneartingupaapair,steadyarmssupphim.Alowvoicesaid,

    “ewithme,Dimitri.”AndhekwasJamaz.DimitriputhislefthandonJamaz’srightshoulderawoofthemwalkedrapidlyaway.

    Uhewideexpaarryskies,Dimitrisatonthegroundofadesarden.Behindhimwasahouse,half-burntbyfire.Thiswasthesecretmeetihethreefriends.Richardwasbusytendingacharcoalfire.Besidehimteofmarinatedbeefandmbchopsandribsaswelsabowloffruitsad.Theyseemtobegettingreadyforastylishpiiighttocelebratetheirreunion.Thedipidatedpickuptruckarkedoedcurboutsidethegarden.Jamazhadafewbottlesofliquorinhishandandwascarryinginpacksofbeertoprepareforafeastwheretheymeadeaddrunk.Thethreeofthemferredinlowvoicesapaniedbymutedtonesjazzmusitheportableradio.TheyallstarediancewherethetshapeofthemajesticWorldBankbuildingcouldstillbedisedinthenight.Dimitri’spositioninglobalfinancewassolid,unmovableandirrepceablebutOliverKaffeeuseddespicable,underhaousurpit.Dimitrisatbythefire,drinkingbeerleisurelyandcarefreeasifhewasn’tatallbotheredbytherethappenings.Hisheartwasfullofhappinessandexuberahereunionwithhisoldfriends.Richardspewedoutastreamofliquorfromhismouthontothefire.Fmesimmediatelysprangupandtheredcharcoalfireburnedmerrily.Heskillfullyturheribsandchopsontherack.Acctohim,naturalcharcoutauniqueBBQfvor,andindeedsoontheairwasfilledwithmouth-wateringaromaofjuicymeat.Jamazstoodtherewithabottleofliquorinhishand,fromwhichhetookaswingeverynowandthen.Hiseyessweptcautiouslyaroundthedesertedrosegarden.Lifeontherunhadinstilledinhimtheneedfindalertherewashersoundnormovement.Inthedeepofthenight,itwasnotlikelythattheirsecretmeetingwouldbeobserved.Jamaz’stensebodyrexedadownonthegroundwithhisfrieing,drinkingandtalkingaroundthefire.TheirversationnaturallyteredonpehatmidnightontheairstripndingattherooftopofWorldBank.

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    Thatnight,whenDimitriandhistwofriendsweremiraculouslysavedont

ntlightagainshohepurewhiteEasterlily,itappearedmoresacredandentingthanever.

    “AreyouWhiteFairy?”criedDimitri.

    “Yes.IamEasterlily.Iamalsoaflowerthatbloomsinyourheart.Iamtheproductoftheslightestandmostintricatesciousnessofyourheart.Iexistineveryone’sheart,butmostpeopleigheirsoulsaresocoveredwiththedustandgrimethattheyme.Onlyyoudiscoveredme.ThatisperhapsGod’sblisstoyou.NowyoutellmewhatyouwantandIwillhelpyourealizeit.”

    “Iwantheavysmoke.Iwantasmokesoheavyitwouldyroomandmyceilinglikeacurtain,tosmefromtheevilpryiaringatme”.

    “Yes,master.Don’tfetIamnotonlyaflower.Iamalsoapuffofsmoke.Iwilldoasyouand.”

    DensesmokeappearedinDimitri’sroomandstartedtodispersetoeveryer,beingdenseranddensereverymoment.Dimitrithought,“Thoughtisthehumanbrain’smaintool.Itisalsotheimpetusthatpropelscivilizationforward.Butsometimesstopthinkingandnotusioolbetterdemonstratethesuperiorityofthebrain.”Dimitriwalkedpurposefullytowardsthewindowandswungoutofitwithouttheleasthesitation.Whenhisfeettouchedthepavementbelowandhewasabouttowalkquicklyaway,herealizedhehadfottenhiswhitee.Infrontofhimwasawideexpanseofdarkoablindman,itwasdifficulttomoveastepwithouthiswhitee.Justthehesoundofaneartingupaapair,steadyarmssupphim.Alowvoicesaid,

    “ewithme,Dimitri.”AndhekwasJamaz.DimitriputhislefthandonJamaz’srightshoulderawoofthemwalkedrapidlyaway.

    Uhewideexpaarryskies,Dimitrisatonthegroundofadesarden.Behindhimwasahouse,half-burntbyfire.Thiswasthesecretmeetihethreefriends.Richardwasbusytendingacharcoalfire.Besidehimteofmarinatedbeefandmbchopsandribsaswelsabowloffruitsad.Theyseemtobegettingreadyforastylishpiiighttocelebratetheirreunion.Thedipidatedpickuptruckarkedoedcurboutsidethegarden.Jamazhadafewbottlesofliquorinhishandandwascarryinginpacksofbeertoprepareforafeastwheretheymeadeaddrunk.Thethreeofthemferredinlowvoicesapaniedbymutedtonesjazzmusitheportableradio.TheyallstarediancewherethetshapeofthemajesticWorldBankbuildingcouldstillbedisedinthenight.Dimitri’spositioninglobalfinancewassolid,unmovableandirrepceablebutOliverKaffeeuseddespicable,underhaousurpit.Dimitrisatbythefire,drinkingbeerleisurelyandcarefreeasifhewasn’tatallbotheredbytherethappenings.Hisheartwasfullofhappinessandexuberahereunionwithhisoldfriends.Richardspewedoutastreamofliquorfromhismouthontothefire.Fmesimmediatelysprangupandtheredcharcoalfireburnedmerrily.Heskillfullyturheribsandchopsontherack.Acctohim,naturalcharcoutauniqueBBQfvor,andindeedsoontheairwasfilledwithmouth-wateringaromaofjuicymeat.Jamazstoodtherewithabottleofliquorinhishand,fromwhichhetookaswingeverynowandthen.Hiseyessweptcautiouslyaroundthedesertedrosegarden.Lifeontherunhadinstilledinhimtheneedfindalertherewashersoundnormovement.Inthedeepofthenight,itwasnotlikelythattheirsecretmeetingwouldbeobserved.Jamaz’stensebodyrexedadownonthegroundwithhisfrieing,drinkingandtalkingaroundthefire.TheirversationnaturallyteredonpehatmidnightontheairstripndingattherooftopofWorldBank.

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    Thatnight,whenDimitriandhistwofriendsweremiraculouslysavedont