Book1:TeDream-Maker

dermeasuperfluousperson，adredgeofsociety,butInevercaredfortheopinionofothers．IknowIamalive，Ibreathe．That’sthesimplestrudimentofjoy.Ienjoydreaming.Thosethousandsuponthousandsofdreamsmayfadeawaywithtime,buttherearealwaysmoretoe．Tome，theyarethepuresthappiness．IfIamonlyamaecreatingexcrement，Iamthehappiestoheworld.”

    Thegrowlingofhisstomachtohisreverieandremindedhimitwasfeedingtime．Fromforceofhabit，hewalkedtowardsthebackdooroftherestaurantwhereMarianowork．Shehadlefttherelongagofordestinationsunknown,butDimitristillfaithfullypatrohegarbagesthere，forhecouldalwaysfiscrapsoffoodtofillhisstomach．Henevereventhoughtofthesmallfortuneinsidehispocket．Monothingtohimandhelivedhislifeashealwaysdid，seeming