In every city I visit I go to a bookstore. It’s like a small tradition of mine. I don’t really do it to buy books, and sometimes I cannot even read in the local language. But the atmosphere, that particular energy of a bookstore draws me in like a magnet. Just to think of it – so many different stories live there, on every shelf, in every book! Stories that someone played in their mind, carried in their heart, stories that were important and moving enough for them to put down to paper, to do what it takes to makes them into a book! To me, every book is a fruit of love. Probably, this is why I love them so much. Read the rest of this entry »
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