The story of a coin
#83 - Friday, March 31, 2017
One of the most unsettling experiences I have ever had was in Rosenborg palace. The lockers for storing your belongings require you to drop a coin into the handle. As I was dropping my coin into the slot, someone bumped into me and a little girl dropped a coin she was playing with. I was convinced that the coin she dropped was mine, and that it slipped out of my hand when I was bumped. Not being able to see anything in the slot, I told the girl's mother to give me back the coin her daughter picked up. The girl left with her mother all sad, who believed her daughter's coin had rolled away somewhere. When I placed the coin she gave me into the slot, I realized that my own coin was already in there, and that there was now a second coin jammed into the slot. It took me a few minutes to use a pen cap to get my coin out of there. I had ran out to find the girl, but she was already gone. By pure luck, I spotted the girl in the castle half an hour later during my tour and gave her back her coin. The priceless smile she gave me will be a memory that I will forever cherish.