Two more days later, we went to the airport and after a few long and tedious hours on the plane, we finally arrived home.
At the airport we were greeted by Ikuta and Adelard.
And as soon as we were in the city, I immediately began to look around with fear.
I expected to see rebellious people, but instead I just saw people with happy faces going about their business.
From their happiness, I was also happy in my soul.
"I didn't know you were writing such an important and powerful book," Ikuta said.
"I didn't know that either."
"You know what, some of the students at our university have left their studies and guess why, because they dream of becoming a baker or a businessman."
Adelard laughed loudly.
"I didn't think people would suddenly start listening to their dreams," he said.
"But I expected the situation to be much worse. And now I see that it will all be forgotten in a week," I said, and I leaned on the seat with relief.
Leon, kept looking out the window as if he had first seen this city.
"What do you think of Socrates university?"
"A very unusual university. But it's a pity I've only been there for a few weeks."
"Leon, you shouldn't have taken him out of there. In three months, I don't think anything would have changed."
"He has to see it all," Leon said and pointed to people who were walking with smiles on their faces.
"And what do they rejoice at? If they have dreams, they must fulfill them," I said noticing a crowd of people, a crowd of workers who were supposed to be at work at this time of day.
"Where are we going?"
Adelard replied, "Someone wants to talk to you."
"And who is it?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
When the car stopped in front of the building among the trees, I knew where we were.
And once the doors opened, several journalists immediately began to take pictures of me and several people asked to give them an autograph on the book.
"Let's go," Leon said and dragged me forward.
A high door opened and in front of me stood an elderly man with gray hair.
He was wearing round glasses and his face radiated deep discontent.
"Professor, finally you're here," he said, and added, "Follow me."
I knew who this man was, and I think you're guessing, too.
He's the one in charge of the press and the news in the city.
In the hallway, one of the men told the others to stay and wait for me.
I followed that man into his office.
On his desk I noticed my book which was lying open on page 70.
He sat down at the table and stretched out his arms dressed in the white sleeves of his jacket, forward.
He stopped his judgmental look on me.
"Professor, do you know what you've done?"
«I think yes."
"You know it's because of you, a lot of people are just going crazy. What is it?" he asked and casually threw my book on the table.
"Believe me, I don't understand anything myself."
"I think you understand everything. You did it on purpose. I've read all your books. And I knew what kind of person you were."
"What kind of person am I?"
"You are a selfish person who can only think and write about empty things. Don't think you can get away with it. Look out there, this woman used to work as a nurse, but now she walks around this building hoping to prove that her whole life has been stolen. Do you think that's normal?"
"I didn't want this to happen. I just wrote a book. And this book is no different from the previous ones."
"You're good at pretending," he said, and squinting his eyes.
"Sorry, but what do you want from me?" I asked, feeling that this man is ready to enter into a conflict.
He laughed sharply.
"You have to know what to do if you don't want problems."
Then Leon burst into the room and said, "Professor, it's time for us to go."
"Who are you?" the man asked and got up from his chair.
But Leon without saying anything just took my hand and left the room.
"Professor, I don't know what you're up to, but you need to stop it. Or do you want everyone to just go crazy for some fantasy? A man needs a job, he needs a life, and what do you do? Write about how to dream again. What's a kindergarten?!"
I couldn't stand it anymore, and I said, "Call when you decide your thoughts. Alas, I don't understand your vague thoughts."
Having said that I smiled and walked away.
And the headlines were shouting, "People are leaving work! Students are leaving the university! What's going on?"
At every turn you could meet a journalist who was ready to interview and ask, "What is the purpose of your so loud and wise book?"
But all this did not prevent me to look at the sky and notice that heavy clouds covered the sky. The cool wind and rustling of the remaining leaves covered the empty benches.
What a warm winter compared to winter in the city of L.
After a few more minutes, I found myself in a familiar environment.
So, a few minutes later, we were at Leon's house.
It was probably the first time I was at his house.
As I expected, his house was filled with books and several telescopes.
It was a one-story house with the most beautiful roof. On which was the whole world lost among the dusty pages.
But for now, I couldn't enjoy sitting on the roof, on a soft little chair, and watching the peaceful street.
"For a while, it'll be better if you live here. Your house has now become a permanent place for fans and reporters," Leon said, removing a pile of papers from the couch.
"Alright, " I replied and caught Ikuta's suspicious gaze.
"So, it's time for me to go to university, I'll come in later," Ikuta said before leaving.
But Leon countered, "Don't come. None of you."
Ikuta smiled nervously and left the house in silence.
I fell on the sofa and sighed heavily.
"You're a famous writer now, it's better if you don't leave the house," Leon said, and continued, "I'm going to cook something."
I nodded, and as soon as he left, I immediately got up and put my coat back on.
I couldn't stay at home. I couldn't do nothing.
When I became convinced that Leon was in the kitchen, I quietly left the house and quickly moved forward.
My feet were carrying me somewhere.
There was no one around.
Just me and empty cars.
I could feel the world changing. It was right in the air.
The weather was getting warmer and soon when I found myself among the old high-rise buildings, the sun's rays pierced the clouds and gently covered the ground.
I stopped and in front of me was a view of almost the whole city, and we were separated only by the river above which there was a bridge.
I liked how the evening sun reminded of summer, of carefree days.
I smiled and closed my eyes, but suddenly I heard someone's voice say, "Are you Professor Skyemoone? What an honor it is to meet you."
I looked to the side from where the voice came from and saw a tall man in a black suit and a black, leather cloak.
I took the time to ask about anything, I just looked at him and tried to remember where I saw him. He looked very familiar to me.
He had black as night and very curly hair, big, black eyes, thick eyebrows and elegant moustache over scarlet lips which expressed joy.
"Professor," he said inquiringly.
«Yes, it is me."
"Don't worry. I'm not a reporter," he said and came up to me.
I've definitely seen him somewhere before.
He smiled and I noticed that he had white teeth and two small sharp fangs.
And suddenly I imagined a vampire aristocrat in front of me.
"Professor, Skyemoone, you're probably wondering who I am. I'm your friend," he said and handed me his card, "Call me if you need my help."
On the card it was written in large letters: Lawyer.
"I know you won't need my help, but you can always talk to me. About your book and what's going on right now."
"And who are you? Are you sure you are not a reporter?" I asked without finding a name on his card.
"Would you like to walk around, Professor Skyemoone?" he suddenly asked.
But where did he come from? After all, there were only houses and no doors around. He couldn't have jumped out of the window!
Having caught his look which seemed familiar to me, I felt a clear curiosity. Although I didn't know at the time that I had to stay home like Leon told me to.
"My name is Luca," he said, and reached out.
I shook his hand in silence and said, "Life can't get any weirder, can it?"
"The unknown always attracts."
"Have we ever met anywhere before?"
"Anything is possible professor."