While I’m polishing the welded parts, I perceive this characteristic and gentle warm of something sweet and penetrating, of the iron. At the other side, on the radio, a piece of Garbarek that I like comes through. I play the radio not to hear the noises from the outside, the odor of fresh filings reminds me of cooked vegetables.

At this moment, the sense of smell is the unique sense in direct touch with the odor (all the others are protected: shielding glasses. Ear protectors, gloves). I don’t know how I shall title it, if Wurm or The wider thinkers.

Manuel Solà