Keren Moldbert entered the plemograph and switch the light on. He saw nothing but small table with different lamps on it.
A lamp-fixer was somewhere in the building. Keren Moldbert took three different bulbs and stuck them into his back pack. He knew he could use them in his garden.
He took the dialon and dialed Aramtenek.
--If you want to come over he dicated with the effort of his unstable mind,--you can.
Aramtenek was standing in front of his ATah in half an hour.
Come I he said. Do you want anything to drink?
Green water will suffice--she answered.
--he poured the drink and sat in his invisible chair. He caught her aroma. It was suble . Its melled like flowers. a good type.
He never like dthe good type.