When I was around 12 years old I used to go to my school library quite often. I was a new student and didn’t have that many friends. In every single visit to the library I was greeted by this short black lady, which was always there. She hand me the books I wanted and suggested me some more, being my main interest computers and photography. And at the end of a school day, I remember her walking slowly down the corridor after closing the library. And regardless of where she may be now, I hope that she’s well.