A scent hits me unexpectedly; a phantom odor that carries me through time.t and space. Here I am, in a scene that has nothing in common with that moment, and yet, without warning, without any recognizable reason, I find myself thrown back into that past time.

This memory does not unfold in an orderly fashion, not consciously chosen, but bursts forth, an involuntary thrust from the depths of my subconscious.

For a flficult moment, I relive everything – the emotions, the scenery, with an intensity that takes my breath away.

And in the midst of this swirl of time, this confusion of now and then, I ask myself in confusion: Why? Why is this particular memory awakening, here, now, at this inopportune moment?