My relationship with the bookstore is long and I have no conjecture in how many years it will retire from my life. I love the various people with their own leisure or affairs, though sometimes, for instance the kids or the callers, or the mobile game players, there is bothering noises that I complain of this place. Moreover I have to order a drink for a seat or else it is not allowed, the drink unduly sweet and the seat under lights in disorder that harm my eyes.

Especially the latest few years, I do not comply with what I feel like doing the step before the door after I enter it, which is that I have brought along my own book, but would spend a fortune to buy another original price; that I intend to be reading for the whole afternoon, but instead writing a passage on my cellphone; and that I even make up my mind to do something in it but actually wander for a minute and leave. I believe as it is that the bookstore is a place I am accustomed to, no matter how much it has affected with time my disposition.