|Photo by Carolina Costa|
When an Englishman tells you that the smell of tea reminds him of you, know that he's fucked.
You've both read Proust and know everything about the involuntary memory linked to a certain smell.
It'll be hard to avoid tea in Britain!
ha ha you say.
But what happens to you who didn't live your 'episode de la madeleine' yet?
What are the cues that trigger the big, the small, the beautiful, the mad, the ugly, the traumatising past?
What if it's the whole city?