The door magically opens in two directions and closes again.

From one moment to the next the sounds of the street disappear.

My university library seems to have some sort of invisible shield that keeps everyday filth from getting in.

From the thoughts to the hands to the tables, chairs and the floor: everything has to be sterile.

Large windows are the walls of this world.

Plants have strayed into the cafeteria and some crooked corners.

And they are alive – as the only permanent inventory.

Otherwise death romps about here: dead authors, dead theories, dead flies between the dusty books.

But that's no problem.

Things have to die before they can be reborn.

Where can this work better than in the UniBib?

Whole lives, whole centuries, collapse on the shelves;

they harbor witnesses to overthrown worldviews and vanquished dogmas, as well as the opportunity to draw something new from the old.

In order to do this, however, you first have to get through the security checkpoint and withstand the scrutiny of the security.

Just like at the airport, where the investigation only gives you the idea of ​​having a bomb with you, here the beepers at the entrance give you the idea of ​​stealing a book.

If a warning tone sounds incorrectly because your own electronics are interfering, you can hear the specific "Come here" from security while your heart stops for a moment.

A visit to the library can sometimes be very exciting.

A lot can happen when you walk in in the morning,

The Laws of the Bible

The wormhole character keeps appearing: in, out, time skip.

The laws of physics just seem to work differently in the Bib - behind the shield, in a space disconnected from the "real" world.

But also the social laws, which are not explicitly written anywhere, but which everyone knows and to which (almost) everyone adheres, obey their own rules.

Sure, the laws of the Federal Republic officially apply here as well, but they are only secondary to the general bib laws.

Some actions seem legitimate when, after repeated “shhhhhhhhhhhhh” warnings, a person still doesn't do the first commandment: rest.

Or when the couple two tables down doesn't manage to keep their hands on the laptop keyboards.

Thankfully, anger dissipates fairly quickly in this frozen atmosphere.

The look goes back to the book.

Each movement is umpteen times more strenuous than outside.

There is a certain struggle going on for the best jobs.

Otherwise it is a non-violent space – comparable to a church.

The Church of the Students

This comparison also makes sense in other respects: the UniBib is a place of quietness in which the mind is in the foreground;

now and then there is a prayer to pass the next test.

The library is also a place of reflection and confession, where one admits to having studied too little during the semester and resolves to do everything better from now on.

Stress, despair and exhaustion are atoned for.

Every now and then you can hear a "God, why?" wafting through the corridors.

Certainly, however, the search for the ultimate absolute truth is in the foreground.