I Aarhus, hvor efteråret havde malet byen i gyldne nuancer, lå der en lille, hyggelig boghandel ved siden af Aarhus Katedralskole.

In Aarhus, where autumn had painted the city in golden hues, there was a small, cozy bookstore next to Aarhus Katedralskole.

Denne gamle bygning, en højborg af læring og historie, stod som et vidnesbyrd om tider, der var gået.

This old building, a bastion of learning and history, stood as a testament to times gone by.

Astrid og Jens, begge elever på skolen, trådte ind i boghandlen.

Astrid and Jens, both students at the school, stepped into the bookstore.

Butikken duftede af gamle bøger og friskbrygget kaffe.

The shop smelled of old books and freshly brewed coffee.

Astrid havde en plan.

Astrid had a plan.

Hun var fast besluttet på at finde alt det, hun havde brug for, til hendes naturvidenskabsprojekt om skolens arkitektoniske historie.

She was determined to find everything she needed for her science project on the school's architectural history.

Hun elskede skolens buer og høje lofter, og hun kunne brugt timer på at betragte dem.

She loved the school's arches and high ceilings and could spend hours admiring them.

Jens derimod, med sin evige trang til eventyr, begyndte straks at kigge på bøger om alt muligt andet.

Jens, on the other hand, with his eternal craving for adventure, immediately started looking at books on all sorts of other topics.

"Astrid, se!

"Astrid, look!

En bog om vikinger!

A book about vikings!

Den ser spændende ud!"

It looks exciting!"

sagde han med et begejstret grin.

he said with an enthusiastic grin.

Astrid sukkede let.

Astrid sighed softly.

Hun vidste, at Jens' nysgerrighed ofte ledte dem ud på sidespor.

She knew that Jens' curiosity often led them astray.

De gik forbi rækker af bøger.

They walked past rows of books.

Astrid søgte på hylderne efter bøger om arkitektur og skolens historie.

Astrid searched the shelves for books about architecture and the school's history.

Men tiden gik hurtigt, og hun fandt intet.

But time flew by, and she found nothing.

Frustrationen byggede sig op i hende.

The frustration built up inside her.

"Jeg finder aldrig det rigtige," mumlede hun stille.

"I'll never find the right thing," she mumbled quietly.

"Kom nu, Astrid.

"Come on, Astrid.

Måske er det netop i at lade sig distrahere, vi finder det, vi leder efter," sagde Jens med sit sædvanlige ukuelige optimisme.

Maybe it's precisely in letting ourselves get distracted that we find what we're looking for," Jens said with his usual unyielding optimism.

Astrid rystede på hovedet, men smilede.

Astrid shook her head but smiled.

Han havde en pointe.

He had a point.

De vendte rundt et hjørne, og der, i en stille krog, lå en gammel bog med titlen "Aarhus Katedralskoles Arkitektoniske Samling."

They rounded a corner, and there, in a quiet nook, lay an old book titled "Aarhus Katedralskoles Arkitektoniske Samling."

Astrids hjerte sprang et slag over.

Astrid's heart skipped a beat.

"Jens, se!"

"Jens, look!"

sagde hun ivrigt og greb bogen.

she said eagerly and grabbed the book.

Bogen var et skatkammer af information og billeder, netop det, hun havde brug for til sit projekt.

The book was a treasure trove of information and pictures, exactly what she needed for her project.

Astrid rettede sig op og så på Jens.

Astrid straightened up and looked at Jens.

"Jeg tror, dine omveje alligevel ikke var så dårlige," sagde hun taknemmeligt.

"I guess your detours weren't so bad after all," she said gratefully.

De forlod boghandlen sammen, begge lidt klogere.

They left the bookstore together, both a little wiser.

Astrid havde nu alt, hun skulle bruge til at lave et fantastisk projekt.

Astrid now had everything she needed to create a fantastic project.

Hun havde lært at værdsætte det uventede.

She had learned to appreciate the unexpected.

Jens havde set, hvordan fokus også kan føre til nye eventyr og resultater.

Jens had seen how focus can also lead to new adventures and results.

På hjemvejen hvinede vinden gennem de farverige blade, men Astrid følte sig varm inden i.

On the way home, the wind whistled through the colorful leaves, but Astrid felt warm inside.

De havde klaret det.

They had succeeded.

Sammen.

Together.