CHAPTER 11.
It seemed to me as if the journey was getting shorter. I had traveled the route so many times that I could almost sleep and the car would take me there on its own. When I’d almost reached Fatima, I remembered that it had been some time since I’d learned that the oldest bookshop in the world was in Lisbon, and I decided to pay it a visit to see what it was like. When it came down to it, it was really only a few kilometers further, and if I didn’t take advantage of the occasion, I don’t know when I’d have the opportunity again.
I’d visited bookstores and libraries in many places searching for materials. The first, I remember, was the one in Santiago de Compostela. I went that day full of curiosity, to see if there was anything about the subject, thinking that it would not be as
