The end of the tour leads you to the bookshop where an old man was sitting with books stacked on the table in front of him- his memoirs from a past life (a fact she had yet to find out). Fascinated by the history of the place and the stories from previous tenants of the infamous prison, she picked up the book and was about to make her way to the counter when the old man greeted her with a smile and said, "I do hope you'll enjoy it." Finally, it clicked. She realised who he was, smiled back, and asked if he could sign the book for her.
"To whom do I address it to?", he asked. As she began to spell her unique name out, he looked at her and beamed, "You and my granddaughter have the same name! This is fate!" They share a laugh and a few banter then it was time for her to go.
In a world full of artists, philanthropists, and world leaders, he was a nobody. He was an ex-inmate, a rule breaker with only stories to share. But oh, how fascinating these stories were. xx