Varjak dreamed. He dreamed that he was back in Mesopotamia.In the dissent,the trees where clapping in the breeze .As he stepped closer and closer he felt grass brushing against his legs.As he started to wake up he could smell cinnamon and jusy ripe dates the smell of mouthwatering fish sisling. The beautiful sound of birds singing like a opera singer. As the relaxing sound and smell he got some time to stroll throng the silky grass brushing against his legs. upstairs,in the trees there where squrirels fighting for a acorn . meanwhile he stretched and started to smell the breathtaking flowers. He walked to the other side then he woke up for real and saw that he was in the revolting city then 2 people with a cadge pointing at him