On the sixth day I felt a great desire to continue the game at home as well. I decided therefore to steal the Bible.
I packed it into my bag on the last evening after reading it. But after I switched off the lamp I could not fall asleep. In the darkness I watched the closed bag with my friend in it. A battle raged in my head.
This battle raised the following questions:
> How could I reconcile being the daughter of a minister and a thief at the same time?
> Moreover it was written in this Bible in two beautiful languages: "Thou shalt not steal!"?
> What would my grandfather say if he knew that his granddaughter had stolen a Bible?
I think you can imagine the end of the story!
In the morning I took the Bible out of my bag, placed it back on the night table and, with bag in hand and a great calmness in my heart, I left the room.
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I completed my work with a Hungarian translation later on when I decided to send my short story as a Christmas card to my friends. Though some of them spoke no English, I hoped they would be happy to get the small bilingual book.