Book3:WereMyDreamIs

yafternoonatduskwhenalltheshopscloseddownitracticetimeforthepianistwholivedonthesedfloorapartmentwhichhadaseparatestairexttothestore.Dimitriwouldsitonthegroundoutsideandlistentoafreecertofhighqualitymusic.Soonnotesfromthepianofloateddownfromthewindowsoftheapartment.Dimitritookoutacigaretteandlighteditwhileheehesmoothandflowingmusic.Heseemedtoseewavesierreflectthebrightandluminousmoonlight.Ashelisterandented,he

    thoughtofhislifeintheKingdomofDreams.Hehadhiberherefortoolong.Nowthathehadreturhemundaneworldhefoundthatmuchhadgedduringhisabsenstrumentsfamiliartohimsuchastaperecorders,recordpyersandtypewritershadlongbeenobsoleteandrepcedbydigitalmaessuchastheputer.Hefeltasifhewasfromanothertury