I have a particular touch for smells.

I do not have to make an effort: they remain engraved in my mind and they don’t leave it easily. I can forget a date, a time, a commitment made long a time ago; but a smell, I just cannot forget them. The most important memories of my life are strongly correlated to smells.

The one I was used to breath in my house, when I was a child, in the folds of the freshly washed sheets by my mother. The one of the flowers in the fields, when I was running around losing my breath with my friends, without listening to our parents who were hassling us to come back, as dinner was ready. Of those people that, for better or for worse, I loved.