where the next story begins

One of the things I can not resist is dropping by a bookstore. This time it was right after the swedish course when passing by on of the Stockholm’s second-hand bookstore I decided to check if there was a Swedish-English dictionary. Helping me to find the book I asked for, the owner of the bookstore (he was in his 50s) mentioned that he also had a Spanish-Swedish dictionary. I thanked him and smiled in reply telling that it kinda useless in my case. “No, - said the owner, - nothing is useless … there is always next life that comes”. And than he proceeded: “maybe it is your  next life”. I paid for English-Swedish and Swedish-Swedish dictionaries, thanked the owner for the idea and admitted I had never thought in this way before.  ‘

Ridiculous but fact: I have spent hours chatting with some people, days hanging around other people and in most cases I would not remember most of things we talked about; and now, the conversation with the stranger that has lasted at most 3 minutes becomes something I am blogging about.