Twelve years ago. A life time ago, in a place long lost us. I wrote a couple of lines about a dragon living near me. I remember that I had driven home from a little town nearby, through rain and sunshine and rainbows. And I showed a picture of one of the rainbows to some friends. One said: "Such lovely colours ! Pot of gold? :)) I said: "Gold beyond imaginings. But the dragon beat me there :( So I had to watch from a safe distance. I think I know where it nests..." And again: "I thought dragons were your friends and would surely share the spoils:))." Another voice: "Still, luck has been a good companion of yours, Wanderer! Keep it that way :-)" A calmer voice: "There lies your path. I feel certain there are vast riches in your future -- you have only to see them when they are revealed. :)" I thought about it for a moment. "Some people say you can train a dragon to come at a whistle, to fly you around a bit, put in a fire break,...
