Mitsuko got fifteen euro from his own leather wallet and pushed into Shichi’s hand to pay for his own ticket. Then he finally took his hand, but not because he was scared more like  to drag him along. First he dragged his new friend to look at the statue of Nike. “Look it’s Nike,” Mitsuko said with sparkling eyes. “The winged goddess of victory.” Mitsuko looked at the headless, armless statue in awe, admiring the beautiful details, the flowing garments. It was almost as if she was really wearing clothes and not just shaped stone. “Isn’t she pretty?” he asked Shichi.