The eye doctor was a tall man with an interesting complexion which remembered me to Spanish people I met on Gran Canaria. His voice was deep but he did not exactly inspire confidence. I told him my story of seeing everything in blue and green and asked him if he could anything with this problem. He was humming and hawing for a while, then asked: „What does blue mean to you? And green?” I thought I could not hear his question correctly. But repeatedly the questions were the same.
„Shall we open a conference on the names of colours?” – I asked. „Names are very important” – he answered.
I thought I met an idiot again and began to escape from his room. But at that moment a giant appeared in the door and I could not leave.
„Why don’t you let me out?” – I asked.
„You haven’t paid for the service yet” – answered the giant.
„There was no service at all. I won’t pay a ton of money for nothing.”
„Wrong decision. In this case you must stay here” – he shouted angrily, and his eyes, although until this moment they were blue and green, as everything else, went white…