Book3:WereMyDreamIs
egemashestoodupandwalkedecstaticallyaway,soexcitedthathefotalbouthiswhitee. “Didn’tyousayhewasblind?”excimedSalinalookingatEmmanuelquestionly.“HekhatwhatItosseddownwasagreenemeraldandlookatthewayhewalks.Hedidn’tevenneedhise.” “Idon’tknowwhatallthisisabouteither”repliedEmmanuelshrugginghisshoulders.ActuallythemanwasahomelessfriendofDmitri’scalledDavid,whodecidedtoimpersonateDimitribydressinglikehimandmadehislivingbeggingoreetspretendingtobeblind.Thetwoofthemwerena?veanddidnotuandthatthereweredarkelementsofsocietythatlivedoing,swindlingaiowolittlepeoplewerereallylikeasheetofwhitepaper,pletelyunawareofthewaysofthemundaneworld.Theydidnotrealizethatstrollingalongaimlesslyoreetsofthemetr