Serendipitious finding
There is a bookstore in Vienna.
Well-hidden among the winding streets of the Jewish Quartier.
Perfectly located up there, seemingly frozen in time,
not letting modernity come near.
You enter it like you open a treasure chest, slowly and in awe.
Sensing the different air, the smell of secrets well kept, of mysteries waiting to be lived.
The feeling reminds me of Ruiz Zafon's Shadow of the wind.
Books are powerful like that. They leave imprints. They open new worlds.
And they never leave you unchanged.
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visit Shakespeare&company to see what I'm talking about.
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