I couldn't get that book out of my mind. I couldn't leave the book behind. I took it everywhere I went. That book was my strength, my hope. But every time I asked Arête who wrote the book, he was mysteriously silent. I couldn't get anything out of him. But I didn't want to know more than I needed to know.
The next journey we shared together. We were everywhere together. We left New York and I found out that Areta had been in the city for months. He was beginning to get homesick and so he easily decided to take me with him.
I remembered nothing of the countries of this world. But I was eager to learn more.
But I was too surprised when we got to the airport and I saw many planes ready to take off at any moment.
There were a lot of planes and they were all different colours. I don't think planes should look like that. But when I saw our plane, I noticed that there was a lion and a tiger on the wings of this transport.
