Tottenham Court Road
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Yesterday something really strange happened, and I don’t understand it. I was walking down Tottenham court Road when I heard somebody calling my name. As I don’t know many people in London I couldn’t understand who it could be. I have only been here for ten days and the only people I know are my brother and his English girlfriend.
I turned round to see who it was but couldn’t see anybody that I knew. As I didn’t see anybody I thought I must have imagined it all and continued down the street. But there it was again. Somebody called my name just behind me. Again I turned round, and again I saw nobody that I knew. This was quite scary and I fled into a shop to get away from whoever it was that was calling me. When I was inside the shop I discovered that I had entered a second hand book shop. I was very surprised to discover that some of the books were in Swedish, Danish and Norwegian.
As I didn’t feel like leaving the shop I started walking around, looking at the books. Suddenly I discovered a book that I’d had when I was about five years old. One of my aunties had given it to me, and I had loved that book a lot. It was about a troll boy who grew up in the Norwegian mountains. It had beautiful and colourful illustrations. Unfortunately my younger brother tore it up and I never found another copy. After I grew up I got the idea that I wanted to find the book. I searched the Internet and bookshops, but as I had no idea who had written it and what it was called, I never found it.
I bought the book, and continued on my way down the street. Nobody called my name.