So it was not a secondary school where one did obtain the qualifications to proceed to a university, but just the seminary! There were no academic studies for me, I was to become only a teacher! Only? How wrong! There was no higher position than that of a teacher, and with all of my thoughts, feelings, and actions I was thus concentrated on my present task that I enjoyed everything which was connected with it. Of course, this task was just the foreground. In the background, towering high above it, rose above anything else what had become my ideal since that night when I had seen the Faust: to write plays for the theatre! On the subject of God, man, and devil! Could I not do this as a teacher just as well as if I had been to an academy? Yes, certainly, provided of course that I did not lack talent. How proud was I the first time I wore the green hat! How proud were my parents and sisters as well! Grandmother hugged me and urged: "Always think of our fable! Now, you are still in Ardistan; but you are supposed to rise to Jinnistan. This journey will start today. You have to ascent. Never turn to those who want to hold you back!" "And what about the spirits' furnace?" I asked. "Do I have to enter it?" "If you are worth it, you can't avoid it", she answered. "But if you aren't worth it, your life will proceed without struggle and without pain." "But I want to enter it; I want to!" I exclaimed courageously. Then she placed her hand on my head and said with a smile: "This is up to God. Don't forget Him! Never forget Him as long as you live!"