At one moment you smell something familiar and realize that this is the smell of childhood. Memories surfaced through the smell of borscht, which once on a sunny day my grandmother cooked. They are never accurate, they are fast as lightning, but they carry in themselves a light nostalgia and calm. Moments that you want to remember forever: a mother’s song, the clear sky above, and the certainty of tomorrow, knowing that a whole summer of fun is still ahead.
- Experimental
- Non-narrative