The four of us each threw in our own coin. As we weren’t exactly flush with cash, we asked her if the value of the coin mattered, and if we gave one that was worth more, would we be granted a better wish.
“No,” she said, laughing. “You ask for your wish and I don’t think it matters whether it’s a lot or a little.”
So without giving it any more thought, I threw in a 10 céntimo coin. I don’t know what the others tossed in, because it had to be a secret, but I do know that my wish came true, that’s why I’m here right now.
All the hours I’d spent walking through those corridors, full of bookshelves packed with books, that silence, those reading tables, and all for what? I don’t think it was a waste of time. I found something new, something interesting in each place, and of course, if I hadn
