My sense of smell is developed like the one of a hunting dog.
I rinse coffee cups, so they don’t smell like a dish washer and I’ve been using the same cleaning product for 20 years, because they used it the hospital where my son was born.
(For the rest I am pretty normal :)
From time to time I teleport myself back in time, opening perfume flasks in a shopping mall. One of them used to take me back to a little town in Portugal. It smelled like youth and freedom, like summer skin, like irresponsible lightness of being.
And suddenly it doesn’t anymore. I grew out of this nostalgy, I guess.
She behaves in such a way, that before leaving the house I think to myself "just don't forget to take the crown off your head, before going to bed."
I don't say it out loud, because the past years have taught me that sometimes the best reaction is the lack of reaction.
