Ismael went along the street. The golden houses sparkled towards him and the shadows they cast seemed to block his path. The bushes that grew between the houses were lush green and rustled in the wind as if they were telling each other something. The angels that came towards him looked at him with a sad and serious expression, as if they knew what he had done. Slowly Ismael regretted his actions and wished he had never done it. He had to think of his father, who was dead only because of him, his mother, who was devastated, and all the angels who suffered from his work. At that moment the devil appeared on the street. He laughed: «You think you have done all of this. Then think about who it was that made you do this. Who teased you for years until you couldn't do anything more than defend yourself. ", His eyes sparkled:" It was me. I alone. I am to blame for all of this, I alone, nobody else. », And with these words the devil disappeared. Everything turned in head. He heard two voices, one that always said that it wasn't his fault, and the other that told him that it was his fault. His legs softened as he sank to the floor, he saw an angel kicking in. When he was level, he grabbed his dress and stammered: "The devil is after me, help me." The angel yanked his hand from his dress, growled: "Shit spinner." , stepped on his hand and then disappeared.
After a while, the powers came back in him. He got up again, but something else flared up, a thought. Ismael knew that it wasn't his fault. It was the devil's fault that he had done this and the angels were no less to blame. They deserved the wings. Maybe they'd finally realize how bad they were to him. No one had ever helped him. Even when his father died, Ismael did not see himself guilty. The burglar had killed him, not him.
He jumped along the path, strengthened by these thoughts. The golden houses sparkled towards him and the shadows they cast prepared the way for him as if they respected him. The bushes that grew between the houses were luscious green, and they rustled to tell each other about the feats of Ishmael. The angels that came towards him looked at him laughing and nodded to him. He even thought he had heard "well done".
Due to this joyful attitude he reached the market place much earlier than usual. The market place was a large paved square around which many large golden houses rose into the sky. Most of the houses were so large that they seemed endless from below. These houses clung together in such a way that they bordered the market place and split the city in two. That is why the marketplace was an important place, because if you wanted to get to the other side of the city, you had to walk across the square.
Usually when Ismael entered the market place there were almost no angels on the way, only a few, who mostly had to go to school like him. But today angels crowded the market place in great numbers. Even the entrance to the marketplace was crowded. Ismael thought about it for a moment and then decided to force his way through the market place. When he had squeezed through the entrance, which was accompanied by many cursing angels, he had a clear view of the market place. Never before had Ismael seen so many angels in one place. They crowded together and whispered with each other. Ishmael was about to ask an angel what was going on when an angel, right at the front of the crowd, stood up. Ishmael recognized immediately what kind of angel it was. It was one of the seven wise men. He had an exact, almost black dress and yellow hair all over his back. The Wise Ones were the heads of the angels. They were responsible that everything went off in order, Ismael knew that. The sage hovered over the heads of the other angels and the moment he opened his mouth and his voice sounded, the whispering stopped. All looked forward excitedly. "My dear angels." the sage began. Surely you have noticed that the devil has played another trick and we all agree that this time the devil has gone too far. With these words the whispering of the angels came back to life. With a certain loud "silence" the wise man made the angelic crowd fall silent. Unfortunately, not everyone here agrees that it can't go on like this. Many hide themselves, let the devil grant. Also my six other wise men think that we should not defend ourselves. Like little mice that run away from the cat. I don't agree. I think that the devil has gone too far and that he must be punished. Just think before you decide what the devil might do next. What if he gets the idea of wiping us out?" With these words, the sage floated back down to the ground and disappeared into the angelic crowd. It quickly became loud again. Whispers mingled with booing and spiteful calls for the sage.
For a while the angels continued to stay in the market place and discussed with each other. Then gradually the angels left the market place. Ishmael remained there. He watched spellbound the other angels as they discussed with high red heads and occasionally attacked each other. But he was one of the last to leave the market place. He left the market place quickly towards the school. He wanted to go quickly, because school had already started. Actually, it was not bad for Ismael to be late, because he was not only shunned by the students but also by the teachers and was looked at as if he was air. Nevertheless he wanted to learn something and miss as little as possible. So he reached school with a delay that was acceptable to him.