Smell of Absence. Russia
I was a child in the summer when I was taken to my grandmother in a small town.
We lived in a house for two families. The second half of the house was empty for a long time and began to decay. There was a question about its demolition.
I was allowed to go inside with adults. There, I was struck by two things:
everywhere there was dust a few fingers thick and everything smelled strange. I asked an adult:
- What does it smell like?
- This is a long absence of the owner.
Much later, I realized that such a fragrance could belong to a house, a street, a city, a country ...