The boy enters the shop carefully. Mr. Stewart just watches every step of him.

- Uh...
- Yeeeeeeees?, says the curious Mr. Stewart.
- Uh...

The boy goes to a part of the shop full of post cards.

- Do you have post cards of Constantinopla?
- Yes, I do have.
- And do you have a ticket to Constantinopla?

Mr. Stewart gets serious, gets down and comes with an old, dusty book. He takes some of the dust off, and opens the book, from where he takes a piece of paper.

- Well, my boy, you´re the second one to ask that.
- A-And what happened to the first one?