The true endless bags of dirty laundry surfaced yesterday from the mythological character filling some other bags. I can imagine the smell of the bags of laundry, washing powered and heat in a huge lavatory. This smell reminds me the smell of New Delhi. For whoever was once in Delhi this smell is unforgettable. What other unforgettable smells I know:
- The smell of the bread after it stayed for one day in a bag where before was a smoked fat pig piece for few weeks
- The smell of Axe cheep deodorant in a bus full of school age boys traveling for the first time out of the communist block
- the smell of formol when we dissected a frog for one of our school projects
- the smell of mountain air combined with the smell of train when I was traveling with my parents on childhood
I need to choose one of them: I choose the smell of mountain air and train. It's a happy smell, the mountains where always there but we where just crossing them in the train. I remember the excitement of crossing the mountains when going to see my grandmother .... for me was the hole point of the trip, the 30 minutes while I will get to see the mountains, and breath the air. After I started going more and more often to the mountains this smell disappeared but still got it's memory.
I end here: the smell of the mountains from an old train window.