Polly pita za put

Polly ima teoriju da su karte za turiste, i ta teorija traje točno dvadeset minuta. Ulice kvarta zavijaju kao da ih je netko crtao slobodnom rukom, na svakom uglu isti miris pekarnice, a knjižnica se odbija pojaviti. Na uglu stoji sova sa složenim novinama i čita stojeći, kako to znaju samo sove. „Oprostite, jedno pitanje. Mislim da lutam.”

Polly had a theory that maps were for tourists, and the theory lasted exactly twenty minutes. The streets of the neighborhood curved like they were drawn freehand, every corner had the same bakery smell, and the library refused to appear. On a corner stood an owl with a folded newspaper, reading standing up the way only owls can. "Excuse me, one question. I think I am lost."

Sova spušta novine s golemim strpljenjem. „Gdje je knjižnica? Već neko vrijeme hodam ukrug.” Nije daleko, objašnjava sova; problem je fontana. Kod fontane svi skrenu na krivu stranu. „Kod fontane desno ili lijevo?” Lijevo, uvijek lijevo, a onda samo ulica do trga. „Ravno naprijed do trga, dobro! To zvuči jednostavno.”

The owl lowered the newspaper with enormous patience. "Where is the library? I have been going in circles." It was not far, the owl explained; the problem was the fountain. Everyone turned the wrong way at the fountain. "To the right or to the left at the fountain?" Left, always left, and then nothing but street until the square. "Straight ahead until the square, okay! That sounds easy."

I doista je jednostavno, čim netko to kaže naglas. Knjižnica se pojavljuje iza trga sa svojim širokim stubama i otvorenim vratima, točno ondje gdje je cijelo vrijeme i bila. „Hvala vam lijepa! Spasili ste mi popodne.” Sova maše novinama ne dižući pogled sa sljedeće stranice. Polly se penje stubama s novom teorijom: najkraća udaljenost između dvije točke je dobro pitanje.

It was easy, once someone said it out loud. The library appeared behind the square with its wide steps and its doors open, exactly where it had been all along. "Thank you very much! You have saved my afternoon." The owl waved the newspaper without looking up from the next page. Polly climbed the steps with a new theory: the shortest distance between two points is a good question.