London. It was one of the last days of a fabulous holiday. A perfect sunny day when we – my friends and I – realised that “pizza all-you-can-eat” is an actual thing in the UK capital. £14 to eat as much pizza as you can – and drink as much soft drinks as you want to. The bad thing though: you are stuffed after a couple of pieces. But I don’t want to go into details.
After this incredible discovery, we went to Waterstones, a gigantic bookstore ranging over four levels. Bookstores are always critical. I usually cannot enter them and leave without a couple of new books. Nonetheless, this time my chances were quite good – I had already spent most of my travel money and was kind of freaking out if my money could possibly suffice until my flight back home. How shall I put it? I left with a book. A new book. And I had no idea what I had done – but this bought might have changed my life.