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transport all glassblowers out of this city to an island nearby that is called Murano.”
    “Why?”
    “In the books of history, they will tell you that it’s because of incidents like the one you have seen of the house accidentally burning be because of the glassblower woman. The many glassblowers in the city were threatening the city to burn down eventually. Even though it was an original art, the using of fire was too dangerous.  Murano is an island near Venice where they could blow glass and make fire all they want.”
    “A smart move.”
    “Except that this not the real reason. The truth is it’s because of a woman called Bianca.”
    “I assume Bianca the Kentucky-fried-witchen we just entered her dream.”
    “That’s right,” I say. “You’re actually two inches smarter than most of the boys I met.”
    “Two inches?” Loki raises an eyebrow then stares down at his crotch.
    “You’re unbelievable.” I want to hit someone.
    “Thank you,” He smirks. “Believable is so boring.”
    “Didn’t anyone tell you that you have boy’s looks but a two-year-old girl’s brains?”
    “Are you a sexist or something?” He raises a single eyebrow. “Besides, I’ve always wanted to be a girl.”
    “Wow,” I take a step back and fold my arms in front of me. I can’t believe we’re having this conversation while a building is on fire behind me. “I didn’t expect that.”
    “What? I always wanted to be a girl, so I could find myself some awesome guy like me .”
    “Wuteva,” I wave my hand in the air. “So the truth is that Bianca is not a witch. Not in the sense of the bad green witch on a broomstick.”
    “Who said that’s bad? I love the green Elphaba witch.”
    “I figured. Anyway, Bianca has a power that makes her the best glassblower in Venice.”
    “Don’t tell me she is the best blower in Venice.”
    I totally neglect his constant stupid sexual innuendos. “She can create fire at will with the power of her mind,” I look him straight in the eyes. “But she never used it in a bad way. It just allowed her to create infinite amounts of precious glass art without the usual cost of fire. But sometimes, she messed up and burns thing too.”
    As I am talking, the authorities swarm the streets, arresting all glass blowers without reason.
    “Wow. What you said will happen is just starting. Are you a clairvoyant or something?” Loki wonders. “Why are they so aggressive with the glassblowers?”
    This time, I pull Loki behind me and cross the streets. “Come on. We have to find her and save her.”
    “Kick ass girl. I like that.” He comments as he follows me. “For your information, the fact that you’re still a kickass girl in the Dreamworld is the second thing that makes me want to know you. I might—“
    “—like me after all. I know.” I mumble as I drag him behind me, wondering why he’s become obedient out of a sudden.
    “How did you know I was going to say that?”
    Ignore comment. Period. “You see those marks smeared with cinder all over the walls? The ones that look like the palm of the hand?” I point out at the five-finger cinder-smeared shapes all over the walls of Venice.
    “Yes?”
    “It’s called Moutza, ” I explain as we run through the fire that’s spreading all over. Masses of glassblowers resist the arrests and fight back, defending themselves against being accused of witchcraft. Shards of glass are scattered all over the ground. Such a waste of beautiful art.
    “And what’s a Moutza?”
    “It’s an ancient Greek sign, a traditional insult gesture which consists of extending all five fingers and presenting the palm toward the person you want to insult. It was used for accusing men and women of witchcraft in the past, where a chained witch was paraded around town sitting, facing backwards, on a horse or a calash, with her face smeared with Cinder to enhance their ridicule and repent from the sin of committing witchcraft before she killed her to lift