Fortapt i Lisboa

Sofía leter etter et museum i Lisboa. Telefonen hennes sier det er nært. Men gatene går opp og ned. De svinger og stopper.

Sofía looks for a museum in Lisbon. Her phone says it is close. But the streets go up and down. They turn and stop.

Hun stopper på en liten plass. En katt sover på en stol. En gammel kvinne henger klær på en balkong.

She stops in a small square. A cat sleeps on a chair. An old woman hangs clothes on a balcony.

"Unnskyld meg! Hvor er museet?" Den gamle kvinnen rynker pannen. Hun går inn.

"Excuse me! Where is the museum?" The old woman frowns. She goes inside.

Kvinnen kommer tilbake. Hun har et lite kart. Det viser tre gater og en fontene. "Ikke stol på telefonen her," sier hun.

The woman comes back. She has a small map. It shows three streets and one fountain. "Don't trust your phone here," she says.

Sofía sier takk. Hun finner ikke museet. Men hun beholder kartet. Hun har det fortsatt i dag.

Sofía says thank you. She does not find the museum. But she keeps the map. She still has it today.