In the byroads of the city, there's a house; a back yard, a tree, a terrace, potted Jasmine plants, ... a house at the corner of Amino Doleh. A house with its essentials; noise, a working sewing machine, grandma's prayers ... This collection is the story of my days and hers.
She has the sent of everything; a familiar sent for you even if it hasn't been smelled for years. A sent that has emerged from every corner of her thoughts.
A gate from the full height mirror of her mind through our current world in a house with cosy corners.
