The Alchemist

Staying at the doors of the Polish Embassy, I sow a girl, a strong, courageous soul smiling gentle, towards me. The girl told me her story and her secret. She was profoundly in love with the Alchemist book.

Few days letter, I bought the book thinking about her.
It waited on my shelf more than half-a-year, until one day, when I took it for a one-day trip to Warsaw, by train. I finish reading it, on the way back.

Between its lines, I did not fond the revelation – which the girl told me about – but I enjoyed a pleasant lecture, easy to read and great for relaxing. The story crossed through, without any effort and the end quiz got an unpredictable answer.