The Dreams

Dream 113

At last, the new minister arrived.

I presented myself to him as his parliamentary secretary, but he didn’t understand a word I said. I tried to explain my work to him, but he brushed me off nastily, ordering that I be transferred from my position — and so began my life’s suffering.

Then Fate decreed that he and I should be thrust together in an unexpected venue: prison. Once over the shock, I began to remind him of our first encounter and all that came from it — until he himself recalled it, expressing his regret and apologizing for what he’d done to me.

At this, I seized upon our being held in the same place to tell him about the job of parliamentary secretary.