It lay face downwards near the fuming car, almost touching the Paratroop's head torn off by the explosion, golden teeth shining in the sun; a jagged splinter stuck under my right ear. Aunt Nastia the dvornik was toddling towards me crying desperately.

I saw all that and remembered forever because I don't forget anything at all. This is my doom and my job.

Once I have read in a small but very clever book that "the hemispheres of human brain provide contacts with various fields of external excitations in quite different ways". Namely, the left hemisphere is dedicated to logical and analytical operations, it sorts and classifies notions and concepts giving each a corresponding label; while the right one perceives the reality as a whole, it controls intuition, space coordination and musical capabilities, i.e. all non-logical and unconscious things.

It was also written there that the left (logical) hemisphere of the babies practically does not function; it develops in the course of socialization of the future member of society. The awkward midwife had evidently damaged the right side of the globe hidden in my poor little head: that is why the left one began to develop too swiftly in order to compensate for the defect. Colour hues and musical overtones were left incomprehensible for me; but school teachers and university professors were shocked to see a student able to quote the textbooks word by word beginning from any page and any line chosen randomly. They did not understand that it was as easy for me as it was for them to see the difference between scarlet and red colors or not to mix up two sounds in different octaves.

After I had graduated from the university my boss invited me to work for him.

...the dragon tattooed on the skinny arm winced joyfully at me, its sharp teeth shining and making him thus quite like the innocently slaughtered Paratroop; this was an impression too strong for both of my brain's hemispheres, and darkness fell over me.

And when I came to my senses I found myself making low bows in front of some very important person whom I looked at from below seeing only his mouth twisted in scorn for all other features were hidden in the shadow of a wide and bulky four-angled hat; there was a strangely shaped musical instrument with many strings in my hands.

They called this phenomenon "Buddha's Madness" in this country; but I did not know it yet and so decided that it was simply madness as such.

Because the world around me was multi-colored and bright.