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When I was
a little girl, I had always this idea of the library as a quiet sanctuary where
pages are turn carefully in fear to disturb the readers. Where an indiscrete
voice is shushed by an extremely concentrated reader. A place, where groups studied
quietly in a long table. A place where you stumble upon a mind blowing gem of a
book. A place I would definitely call my home. Growing up in this tumultuous
world, I’ve experienced the majority of the technology leaps our society got
trough. First, there was the TV receptor, the mobile phone, then the holy
internet. I remember the first childish clumsy clicks in the cybercafés. Then, my
first Alcatel phone (with an antenna) and the first computer at home. And after
that, my first personal computer when I was 20 and came with it the internet connection
at home and in campus. Not to mention the ultimate must: the smart phone. Now
and then, when I go to the library, the first places taken are those next to
electricity plugs, you know why. It’s true that we come to the library to
study, but also to surf the internet, check our email, our facebook feed all in
peace. Thankfully, the library has preserved its quietness but the books, the
lovely books are resting in the shelves for a time when the Reader would come without
his PC.
