Odyssey Bookshop Santa Fe Fiesta After 9 days of my birthday, I decided to swap the order that my aunt had given me to buy a book at the bookstore Santa Fe. One of those good gifts ever fail. You just had to approach the nearest branch and voila!: The feeling of a book exchange for a carton.
But alas if you do not learn that in life nothing is easy.
I go to Alto Palermo, shopping, smiling, to find my nearest branch. Nothing here, nothing there ... the library is not where it should be.
I went home and I quickly learned that what happened was simple: the moved upstairs and I was left without even asking .... okay, my mistake.
be back the next day. Seeking a sign that read information and now we have to go to the second floor. I climb, I come and watch. A new building with two floors but, however, has little place. Above, the section specific things such as history, sociology, education, anthropology, photography. Below, bestsellers, literature, Latin America and Argentina.
I approach literature.
THE HORROR.
all messy, loins some looking to one side, others to the other. Authors who reappear in other racks. Even without keeping books, boxes, a staircase in the middle that prevents the passage and the view ...
"Better look for something more timely in Anthropology, I thought.
Seeking and finding no bottom, I decide I must be high and actually found there on the shelf below, stuck to the floor, after education, anthropology section. There was not much, but more than elsewhere. At least not confused with mysticism and esoteric anthropology as I saw, oh, so many times. Anyway, I found nothing interesting so under a universal again, willing to look at everything that was in order.
A woman asks a salesperson
- Is there a place to see the prices?
- telling them to me and I will tell
- With each book?! But ... that boring! She looks at me looking
complicity. He finds it also seems to me unbearable having to ask for each price, and usually asked by many.
- So I'm bored! - Shout.
- I do not even ask why - I say.
vendors do not give ball. See a lady.
- Is there a computer to look something up?
- I was saying to me and I consulted - a seller responds with air that has been answered many times.
- Mmm ... Bueh and see ... - And makes a query.
Not that you ask for an electronic gadget and was Chapter Two, but at least a price written in pencil, a etiquetita. Nor that a reneging of human contact, but for which we take stock-price title, sometimes we have to go through what least one comparison of 30 books and is very annoying to have to go to a seller every time.
I kept looking but found nothing. I look up and see that the shelf is up to the ceiling, at least 6 meters, with publishers and books that had no bottom.
I climb up stairs and try to peek over the railing to see what titles there. Above all things were Losada and Anagram, which can be annoying but usually publish translations taken over things sometimes.
were shelves and shelves of things that are out of sight.
I ask a very newbie seller who sits on the floor accommodating some things if there is no way of knowing what is there.
- Mmm, no - I
say - What do you mean? I look a little what books are, do not be sought by the computer at least?
- You'd have to say an author, a title.
- I do not know, I look out there. "I can put a name on the computer and look out for?
- Yes, maybe.
- Well, try ...
- No, that might kill me if I let you use
- ...
- Find out if they let you get on the ladder
- bueh, thanks.
I return to the railing to see if I can see the names of the books. I think my eyesight is getting worse. I start to hurt your eyes now and the heat begins to rise inside the jacket, sweater, sweatshirt, shirt wearing position. Under
and asked one of the counter who seemed to have the lead how do I know which books are those. I offered to get on the ladder. I kept the jacket and warn me
- Do not make risks, I went only so far you see that you can read.
- Oka
ascend to the heights. Look, look, look. There are a few things, Faulkner, Proust, Auster ... Under
safely. I ask a sales price of those books.
- And how is the name?
- Eh ... uh, I forget.
- So, wait ...
The girl gets on the first floor and leans over the railing in a dizzying and I said,
- That?
- Sep
down and tell me the price. I thank him and I keep looking. However, literature in Argentina. Do I give a chance to Borges? Yes, no. Probably not, something borrowed and then ask if I like I buy something. And perhaps, in addition, I have something in the library of my grandfather. Better not risk it. Again I
universal. At this point, including heat, eye discomfort, lack of organization, the need to consult each price that made me take longer to choose because I did not bother and annoy me so much, and so on. etc. and I had a bit rotten.
Finally, it opened a clearing in the woods and came a long title that I wanted to read.
The Guardian rye on OR
The Catcher in The Rhye on its name in English, Salinger.
I grabbed one, took him to the counter and bought it with my little cardboard.
Now, I do not end up killing any star. FIESTA
