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#11 THAT SMELL OF LEATHER RECALLS OF...

AN OLD ARMCHAIR IN THE CORNER OF THE GRANDPARENTS' HOUSE, THE DAD’S OVERNIGHT BAG, LEFT EVERY NIGHT ON THE CHEST, A BELT MOM USED TO WEAR IN THE NIGHTS OUT WITH FRIENDS ... WE USUALLY DO NOT PAY ATTENTION TO THE COMMON THREAD THAT BINDS THESE OBJECTS, UNTIL ONE DAY A CREAM, AN OIL, A NEW PERFUME SUDDENLY BRING US BACK THERE, BACK TO HOURS, DAYS OR YEARS. IT IS NOT IMPORTANT TO KNOW EXACTLY WHEN, IT IS A TIMELY REMINDER, THE OLFACTORY MEMORY SUDDENLY GIVES US BACK A MOMENT, A SITUATION, AND THIS SUDDENNESS SURPRISES US, LEAVING US SPEECHLESS FOR THE ASTONISHMENT AND EMOTION TO FIND OURSELVES BACK IN TIME. MOREOVER, AS MARCEL PROUST WRITES IN “SWANN'S WAY”:“

BUT, WHEN NOTHING SUBSISTS OF AN OLD PAST, AFTER THE DEATH OF PEOPLE, AFTER THE DESTRUCTION OF THINGS, ALONE, FRAILER BUT MORE ENDURING, MORE IMMATERIAL, MORE PERSISTENT, MORE FAITHFUL, SMELL AND TASTE STILL REMAIN FOR A LONG TIME, LIKE SOULS, REMEMBERING, WAITING, HOPING, ON THE RUIN OF ALL THE REST, BEARING WITHOUT GIVING WAY, ON THEIR ALMOST IMPALPABLE DROPLET, THE IMMENSE EDIFICE OF MEMORY.”

HAPPY MEMORIES, HAPPY REBIRTH!

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