Suddenly he woke up.
Amazed at what was happening, Amar looked at the calendar and saw...
Nothing.
Not because he was blind, but because the calendar was empty... In even greater misunderstanding Amar went to school as he would have gone on a very ordinary day.
But strangely, not a soul was around. Having not found the driver of the bus, like the bus itself, Amar had to walk to school.
On his way, he had not seen a single soul but noticed that on the road near the woods on the way to school, there appeared an unprecedented institution with the inscription "Paradise of gourmet".
Walking beside him, Amar finally saw one living thing during the morning and jovially ran there. The doors were open, but as soon as he stepped through the door, they closed. Sensing the problem, Amar stopped, turned to the door, and tried to open it.
Unsuccessfully.
After spending a minute panicking to open the door, Amar calmed down and remembered why he had come here. When he realized he wasn't the only one, Amar started sweating.
Slowly turning around, Amar found an old grandfather in a tuxedo sitting on a chair in the very corner of the building instead of a crowd of people seen outside.
He looked silently at Amar. Amar froze in fear.
"Why did you stop? — said the old man, — I thought we had a visitor..."
After calming down, Amar came up to his grandfather and sat down opposite him.
"Tea?" — said the old man.
"I... I won't give up..." — said Amar, stuttering in fear.
After pouring him tea, the old man looked at him and handed him it.
Taking a fragrant cup of tea with shaking hands, Amar wondered how delicious its fragrance was. After a sip of tea, he first admired his taste, because it was the most delicious tea of his life, but then Taking a cup of fragrant tea with trembling hands, Amar was surprised at how delicious its aroma was. After taking a sip of tea, he first admired its taste, because it was the most delicious tea in his life, but then he felt drowsy and fell asleep.
Waking up, Amar saw an old man looking at him strangely. Strangely calm for himself, Amar asked:
— "Who are you?"
— "A true GOURMET and the best chef in the world!" The old man said with pride.
— "Why did I fall asleep then, old man? And what's your name?", asked Amar, narrowing his eyes.
Sighing, the old man said:
— "I could not even think that one day a mortal would come to my restaurant, especially on a day off... My name is Avlev, the best chef of Aihaidek Empire!"
—"Aihaidek...?" — Amar said incomprehensibly.
Immediately after these words, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.
Before he fell asleep, he heard:
"A mortal man?"
...…
"Young! Hey! Young man!"
Suddenly he woke up and stared at the poor bus driver with crazy eyes and realized that it was all a dream.
A frightened conductor said:
"S... Sir, this is f... the final stop." and he left.
Thank the Buddha, the station he needed was the final one.
Amar went to the meeting, thinking about a strange dream and a "Gourmet's Paradise."