Now I was again in front of a threshold. There was no question whether I wanted to pass it or not. For that, I was there. I was curious, and I wanted to find out what was behind that door. A massive metal door embedded in concrete walls. Would I find there the library I have imagined? That old library, full of papyri, books old and new, full of dust and lit only by some faint reading lamps? A lock closes the door. But it didn’t seem to need a key to open it. I entered. (Read more)