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It was already midday. Dionysius got to the airport in San José and bought tickets on two planes: to Atlanta, and then to Paris. It cost him much money, yet he was a cheerful person, as all people in the South America (how could! We should try that!), and did not care about money. Furthermore, he considered money to be evil, and as soon as money fell into his hands, he spent it as soon as possible. That was more comfortable for him. So was now: he took some money from his bank—a massive wooden chest with handfuls of golden coins, which lay there for quite time, as a family inheritance, he decided that if he was going to do a good deed, money must be used. Dionysius had to be in the plane in a couple of hours.
Looking at a stream of red taxis, lined up in such a manner that it reminded car racers gathering there from the entire town, Dionysius contemplated the variety on one hand, and, on the other hand, the sameness of towns on the Earth, in which he was. Take these palm trees. Or the sky, an old white building, similar to the White House in Washington, and the slightly cracked from the sun dry light-gray asphalt—all this Dionysius could not digest with the thought of what, he wondered, he would see in the narrow snow-covered Paris streets. He, eventually (maybe because of the heat, maybe because of his hunger), concluded that similarities and discrepancies, life and death, love and hate, even the globe and everything beyond it—is one and the same thing, as though we compared the snow and the rain.
Dionysius lost his ticket on the plane. It occurs and means that he is not the most lucky person. Or, perhaps, was that the influence of Luisian’s lost mascot?? As Luisian lost not only the bronze bee, but the heap of adventures which could wait for him, be he not in France. He behaved good.
Dionysius lost the ticket to Atlanta… Probably, he dropped it when tried to hid some yet cold water in his backpack when went in the toilet in the hot weather. It may well be taken by a hapless and dishonest Costa Rican. Perhaps, the ticket was just lost, and Dionysius would come across it. You now, at times people experience so strong emotions that they do not bother about what will happen next, no in two hours. I call this life. Actually, it is the truth. If only a person could always forget about everything and only with a fact that he saw a butterfly that a wink ago tickled his nose! Can we do something about it? Dionysius came to the decision: nice if he would find it; damn it if he would fail! He was not that honourable to return the bee at all costs. It was more likely that there was no place in heaven for him if there was any heaven. Another case was that Dionysius had spent his last money, and he was either to find the job or to starve in the nearest future. It is a fact, when the person is truly in need, he sees the time frames to be approachable, they are not looming, but lucidly distinguished on the horizon as a real thing, like a Geometry test in childhood. Dionysius got the decision: may the ticket be as it was, since our downs are the part of our experience—as an injured lion is still a lion; he began searching for the ticket in his rucksack again and generating ideas which could afterwards be called “experience”—some call it the through-life experience. Before the plane appeared, Dionysius was supposed to be reckless and do a careless deed which would teach him the life. He also reflected: it is quite possible to find some money during these two hours which were at his disposal (incidentally, not that much time), giving the next instruction to his brains: “Earn some money for me to buy the ticket on the plane, if not, you’ll die”. And this could come true for it was not to buy a ticket from Moscow to Australia or Columbia—it was simply a flight to Atlanta, not far, like a flight on sky shuttle, so that it would cost no more than five thousand rubles in Russian currency. And then a plan on how earn the money at least for the way in homeward direction occurred to Dionissi; maybe it happened on account of the heat that influence people differently (Egyptians were said to build the pyramids especially because it was hot. I mean to say it was their brains which could come up with such an idea) or the reason for the plan was a bit salty water, flowing in Costa Rica water supplying system. Dionysius spotted few coconut trees some kilometres before the airport. Technically, he could easily reach them, in about three-four minutes, as he trained enough while running after cows and other cattle that lived on Argentina farms. And then he may sell them in handfuls, as many as he was able to bring to the tourists who would have been so generous to purchase all the coconuts. No sooner said than done—Dionysius, producing some steam, as the Caribbean sun, was speeding up, leaving no asphalt behind him.
Chapter 6
He came to the coconut trees really fast, but climbing on them took much time… On the way, he met a same merry fellow as he was himself who, for some reason, caught few butterflies fallen asleep and was going to sell them out now. That fellow had a motor scooter. Dionysius, with the help of the eloquence got from his French mother, managed to deal with a guy to buy a basket dangling on a scooter, to which he promised not to tell the police that he was a witness of something alike to butterfly smuggling. He picked up lots of coconuts in the basket and lost one—as the result, he was compelled to drink the coconut milk so that it would not blot his snow-white T-shirt permanently. Yet the T-shirt became dirty. “No big deal,” cheered up Dionysius reckoned and took off the messy clothing. People in Costa Rica take this for granted more often than in Europe, and almost everywhere you could meet a man with a naked torso or a woman in a bright swimsuit. “I definitely need to put on glasses… A sort of ones a drug baron in American motion pictures has; it will be outstanding. There, on the summit of golden mafia!” Dionysius at once came up with the idea. If you live reckless, life is wonderful, and the inconveniences you experience merely bring you the precious experience. What an interesting surprise—almost always when a person pulls himself together and do not stuck with empty pockets, which is adjacent to the death and the wondrous laziness, almost always a person struggled poverty and had that experience I told you about, once making his way through the true way, would be the more rich and successful, the poorer he was. But wealth is evanescent. This already dawned on Dionysius when we took a half of parents’ money from the chest buried somewhere on the snow-white Costa Rica beach. Of course, soon after that he built a house, almost an English villa, and married a notable young lady. Suddenly, although it happens, there happened a breakdown. The answer to a question “Why?” is still a secret. Probably, the cause was in his indifference to the events and that all was the echo of the past. Dionysius concluded that good life satiated him. “That is the same as with the diet and healthy eating,” he reflected, “absolutely that, since once when you were eating chicken breasts for a month, and suddenly stopped and almost found the meaning of your life in a tiny toast with jam and nuts.” So was with Dionysius when he began eating one toast each day and soon was gone off pleasure. Were his considerations moot? Perhaps. However, Dionysius is a stubborn Frenchman. He abandoned his apartments and decided to lease out them to the tourists, opened a bank account where he deposited the money got from them while letting out; he personally moved there, at the Argentina farm.
The only dream he had was to make his children’s future decent, using the money from that bank account. But using rationally—not as the others did. He did not want to put his children in a private school, where they could have got not under good influence – on the contrary. No, his children would study in a public school in France, wear usual clothes, with no marks of trends and names of brands, they would not play any video games with console all evenings long—would read classic works of literature. He expected his children to enjoy life just when they ate an ice cream after long-lasting walks, in general, so that his children did not attain too much pleasure from life. That being said, Dionysius chose he would not work for hours till the morning. Given such a sum of money, he was not going to note down his job higher than the family in his list of priorities, and they would make it a habit strolling in the park before dinner. His wife and he would be blessed with two or three kids for so splendid a living gladdens. She would not waste her money on plastic surgeries and mink coats, never! If his wife found an appropriate occupation, he would definitely help her to succeed in it… In addition to that, Dionysius would have a sum on his account for expensive gifts. Never would he spend much money for himself. How excited made him this coconut milk! :)