This story is not only about a person. It is her story and the story of the worlds that live, lived and died in her. It is a story about books and bridges. To each individual, his or her world is private yet not uninteresting to know. In this private world shared experiences, and also obscurities too. Obscurities are in themselves also not all uninteresting. People are therefore not uninteresting. Lucky are those whose fate survives in books, bridges, machinery among others.