Inside the passengers were looking at him through the viewing
space in the rear.
Perhaps it is my garb. Here they dress strangely.
"Hare Krishna?"
One of the passengers who had descended addressed him.
"No, Demo."
"That's a new one. Is it Indian?"
"I don't think so. Greek."
"Greek? Well, new ones are popping up all over. Here, just to
show you I'm open-minded, I'll donate a couple of bucks. Good
luck."
The man walked off, murmuring, "Demo, and Greek! L A is the
place, I'll tell you!"
He approached a large building. It had openings through which
he could see, but could not enter. However, watching the strange
people he noted an entrance that resembled a whirligig. My, he
thought, how many years since I played with a whirligig. Anyway,
as people went in and out, the door rotated.
Finally, he entered the building.
A boy stood in front of a silver recess, leaned down, and a
gush of water rose, striking him on the mouth. Only then did
Demo realize he was thirsty. When the boy moved Demo approached
the recess, leaned down.
Demo frowned. Nothing had happened.
He leaned forward again. A man looked at him, "Hey, it ain't
broke again, is it?" The man pressed the button and a stream of
water struck Demo's face. He sputtered, then drank thirstily.
What part of Olympus is this, he thought. It resembles nothing
I've seen before.
Nevertheless, it was becoming gradually familiar. He entered a
little room that had the picture of a man on the door.
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