After watching my video, a woman said to me: ‘I can recall the smell of the grass of that time, when I was a girl still and I could hide among the bushes or roll down a steep meadow.’ We were born in the melancholy of solitude and one of our conscious or unconscious urges is to run away, to escape. The first recollections of our childhood search for meaning stay with us always. We go back time and again to our wonderful places of memory to recover and to renew there our energy and hope. By way of smell I have entered through the little private door into the great precincts of longing and dreams. Mariana Vassileva