CHAPTER XVII

In the north of the university campus, just behind the old philosophy faculty building was my little corner of the world, one that only the kids and I knew about, and you're there because I was once chased there.

"How far is it?" he asked after a ten-minute walk.

"Two minutes impatient," I said amusingly as I hugged Sarah on the shoulders.

A hundred meters and turn a corner later, we were already there.

The old building of the Faculty of Philosophy, now forgotten as one of the warehouses of the Library, had a small back garden, presided over by a large apple tree that my father had told me had been there even longer than the university itself.

"Welcome to my special place."

"This is beautiful Matt," she said letting go of my hug and planting herself in the middle of the garden.

I took the impulse and caught myself on the first branch of the apple tree, pushing myself upwards.