Chapter 36 Square 6...they climb down from time to time to mingle with mortals..."

When I woke up the next morning, the first thing on my mind was: I've had enough, tired of my dad's drinking. My father originally had a top-notch brain—it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is the smartest person north of the Alps—but as a result of years of alcoholism, this brain has gradually been corroded by alcohol.I made up my mind to have a good talk with my father before I met my mother to solve this problem thoroughly. As soon as he got out of bed, Dad excitedly talked about going to Gaocheng today.I couldn't bear to disappoint him, and decided to wait until breakfast to talk about drinking.

After breakfast, Dad asked the waiter to pour him another cup of coffee, then lit a second cigarette, and opened the street map of Athens while smoking. "Dad, don't you think you're a little too much?" I asked. Dad turned to look at me. "You know what I'm talking about." I didn't let up. "We've talked about your drinking before, but instead of a little restraint, you dragged your son into the water. Isn't that a little too much?" "I'm sorry, Hans Thomas." Dad immediately admitted his mistake. "Was those glasses of wine last night too strong for you? I shouldn't have let you drink."

"Maybe a little too much," I said. "However, you have to restrain yourself a bit. You claim to be the only buffoon in the town of Erendal in Norway. It would be a shame if you became useless like all other buffoons." Seeing the guilty look on my father's face, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him, but I can't just follow his feathers for the rest of my life. "Well, I'll think about it," Dad said. "Better think it over sooner. I don't think mother would like a slovenly, drunken philosopher." Dad sat on the chair, twisting his body vigorously, looking coy and uneasy.

Anyone would feel embarrassed to be scolded so mercilessly by his own son. "Honestly, Hans Thomas, I think as you do." : Dad's tone is very sincere.After hearing this, I couldn't bear to persecute him any longer.That's it for the matter.However, somehow I suddenly suspected that the reason why my mother ran away from home was not because of my father.Have all told me. "Let's go to Gaocheng for a tour, how do we get there?" I pointed to the map and asked my father. Let's get down to business. In order to save time, we took a taxi to the entrance of Gaocheng, then walked into the city along a boulevard on the side of the mountain, climbed up the stairs, and climbed to the temple area at the top of the hill.

When we came to the largest temple, the "Parthenon" (Panhenon), my father started pacing up and down again. "Spectacular...it's so spectacular, he kept marveling. Our father and son walked around the temple a few times, and then walked to a steep cliff overlooking the two ancient theaters at the foot of the mountain.The tragedy of Oedipus was once staged in the oldest theater here. When my father had enough shopping, he pointed to a big stone and said to me: "Sit down!" Then, he began to talk about ancient Athens culture. After class, the sun was high in the zenith, and there were hardly any shadows on the ground.Dad took me to visit every temple in the high city.Dad pointed along the way and explained to me the difference between the "Durisian colonnades" and the "Ionic colonnades".He also told me that not a single line in the Parthenon is straight.This huge building was empty inside, except for a 12-meter-high statue of Athena—she was the patron saint of Athens.

Now I know that the gods of ancient Greece lived on Mount Olympus in northern Greece, and they climbed down from time to time to mingle with mortals.Pa said the Greek gods were like giant harlequins in a deck of human beings. There is also a small museum in Gaocheng, but I made an excuse and told my father that I didn't want to go in.Dad asked me to sit outside and wait for him. I would have been more than happy to accompany Dad on the museum tour, as he was such a knowledgeable and witty guide, but something in my pocket stopped me. While visiting the temple, I listened to my father explain the ancient Greek myths, and wondered what would happen to the "Harlequin's Banquet" described in the book of buns.The fifty-two dwarves on the magic island have gathered in the banquet hall and formed a big circle.Now, each of them has to recite a line.