Book1:TeDream-Maker
driverhadfallenasleepinhisseat，evidentlyexhausted．Boththedriverandthecarhadco-operatedwellontheirlongtripandnowbothweretiredandneededarest．Furtherdowicedadeadseagulllyingonthepavement．Whyhaditleftitsnaturalhabitatbythewatersauredintohumansocietyonlytoendonthesidewalks?Itwasstillearly,butcarsarianshadalreadybeguntoappear,goinghastilyontheirwaywithcoldexpressionlessfaces．Asheapproachedthefinancialdistrict，hesawthetwenty-fourstoreyWorldBankbuildingthatspreadovertheentireblock．Itwashardtobelievethatallthisbeloohim!Ithadn’topesdoorsyet,soDimitrisquatteddownonthecurbacrossthestreettowaitquietly． Withthepassingoftime，Dimitribecametenseandworried．Hecouldhearthefranticthumpingofhisheart．Thestree