stheboyandsaid,

    “Thankyouverymuch.Godblessyou.It’sverykindofyou.”Theboygiggledandranbaotherawoofthemwalkedawayholdinghands.Dimitriwasjustfeelingboredwwhattodowithhistimewhenherewasatoyhehadnotpyedwithsincehewassmall.Hehadlongfottenthatsuchathied.Pullingoutthestopper,hedippedhistinystrawintothebottleandblewonit.Astringofmulti-coloredsoapbubblesfloatedintotheair.Dimitriseemedtohaverecoveredthechildlikeinnoceofhischildhoodandtioblobubbleswithgreatrelisha.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,justasotherdreamsetotakethepceoftheirpredecessors..Thus,Dimitri’sblifebecameridfull,andckedfornothing.Hefortedhimselfsaying,”Solongastherearedreams,everythingwillbefine.Solongastherearedreams,lifeisbeautifundIshallwantfornothingandIhingelse.”Heblewanotherfabulouslyrgebubblewhichfloatedupanduptowardstheskies.

    Dimitrisatthereblowingbubbles.Thestrangeandicfigureofamiddle-agedhomelessperson,whoseattentionwassolelytratedonblowingsoapbubblesusingatoyforyoungboys,arousedthecuriosityofpasserbyers.AlthoughDimitriwasblind,hewasverysensitivetotheatmospherearoundhimandsoohehadbeeaofiocuriouspedestrians.Itwasthenthatherealizedhewasinthewrongpce.Acrossthestreetwasafashionablecaféwhichwasfulnytimeofthedayandpeoplewerestantlyinginoingout.Hestoodupandwalkedtoastreetertoescapethescrutinyofotherpeople.

    JustatthistimehisloyalservantsImaginationaivitywereminglinginthecrowdihecafe.Theywereliketwogeniihidingintheair.Theycouldseeeverythingbutwereinvisibletoothers.Thestrongaigsmellofcoffeepermeatedthecaféwhilemelodiouslovesongsoftheoldiesthathadretlybeeallthevogue,pyedinthebackground.Goodsongswillnevergooutoffashioronshereallhaveeleicdevifrontofthem,somebigsomesmall.Thebiggestwereaboutthesizeofanotebook,whilethesmallothepalmoftheirhands.Imaginationaivityrememberedthatontheirwaytothiscafé,whetheritwasatbusstops,oronBART,manypassengershadeleicssbeforethem.Everianshurryingontheirwaygncedeverynowasomethingintheirhands.Whatfasationisthereoronicsthatcouldcatchtheattentionofthusmanypeopleforsugatime?Theywereallsoabsorbedthattheireyeballsstaredunblinkinglyatthes!

    Imaginationlookedamidstthepatronscurioustofindoutwhatcouldattracttheiandattentionofsomanypeople.Shefoundthatsomewerepyingvideogames,someweretryingtosolvedifficultandintricatemathematis,somewerelookingforanddownloadinginformationtheyneededfromthelibrariesandsomewereshoppingonline,buyingclothes,shoes,underwear

stheboyandsaid,

    “Thankyouverymuch.Godblessyou.It’sverykindofyou.”Theboygiggledandranbaotherawoofthemwalkedawayholdinghands.Dimitriwasjustfeelingboredwwhattodowithhistimewhenherewasatoyhehadnotpyedwithsincehewassmall.Hehadlongfottenthatsuchathied.Pullingoutthestopper,hedippedhistinystrawintothebottleandblewonit.Astringofmulti-coloredsoapbubblesfloatedintotheair.Dimitriseemedtohaverecoveredthechildlikeinnoceofhischildhoodandtioblobubbleswithgreatrelisha.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,justasotherdreamsetotakethepceoftheirpredecessors..Thus,Dimitri’sblifebecameridfull,andckedfornothing.Hefortedhimselfsaying,”Solongastherearedreams,everythingwillbefine.Solongastherearedreams,lifeisbeautifundIshallwantfornothingandIhingelse.”Heblewanotherfabulouslyrgebubblewhichfloatedupanduptowardstheskies.

    Dimitrisatthereblowingbubbles.Thestrangeandicfigureofamiddle-agedhomelessperson,whoseattentionwassolelytratedonblowingsoapbubblesusingatoyforyoungboys,arousedthecuriosityofpasserbyers.AlthoughDimitriwasblind,hewasverysensitivetotheatmospherearoundhimandsoohehadbeeaofiocuriouspedestrians.Itwasthenthatherealizedhewasinthewrongpce.Acrossthestreetwasafashionablecaféwhichwasfulnytimeofthedayandpeoplewerestantlyinginoingout.Hestoodupandwalkedtoastreetertoescapethescrutinyofotherpeople.

    JustatthistimehisloyalservantsImaginationaivitywereminglinginthecrowdihecafe.Theywereliketwogeniihidingintheair.Theycouldseeeverythingbutwereinvisibletoothers.Thestrongaigsmellofcoffeepermeatedthecaféwhilemelodiouslovesongsoftheoldiesthathadretlybeeallthevogue,pyedinthebackground.Goodsongswillnevergooutoffashioronshereallhaveeleicdevifrontofthem,somebigsomesmall.Thebiggestwereaboutthesizeofanotebook,whilethesmallothepalmoftheirhands.Imaginationaivityrememberedthatontheirwaytothiscafé,whetheritwasatbusstops,oronBART,manypassengershadeleicssbeforethem.Everianshurryingontheirwaygncedeverynowasomethingintheirhands.Whatfasationisthereoronicsthatcouldcatchtheattentionofthusmanypeopleforsugatime?Theywereallsoabsorbedthattheireyeballsstaredunblinkinglyatthes!

    Imaginationlookedamidstthepatronscurioustofindoutwhatcouldattracttheiandattentionofsomanypeople.Shefoundthatsomewerepyingvideogames,someweretryingtosolvedifficultandintricatemathematis,somewerelookingforanddownloadinginformationtheyneededfromthelibrariesandsomewereshoppingonline,buyingclothes,shoes,underwear