Where ? (based on a true story)

Nothing interesting have happened to me by any means, and my means are the senses.

The highest boiling point was to find an André Breton's interview and The Songs Of Maldoror in their respective language after looked them up tortuously. I was very enthusiastic with the conception of reading a sui generis. I wanted to borrow them, I wanted to take them at home and plunge into it, I dreamt for sure. I picture myself reaching the rainbowtip, duking out the dwarf getting his pot oozing with gold. Back to standards I went to the A section to pick them up, the man in charge told me that I have to go upstairs. Damn it. They will not lend me the books I have to read them there. I cursed once, twice, thrice and... I broke away.