This morning i’ve got the feeling as if i were back in autumn two years ago. Not because my back tooth has just grown, but because then i was in England, staying at a really nice family. Though i was ill like hell back then, because i sat at such a bad place on the bus so that all wind blew onto my face, i still remember it as an (almost) utterly positive experience. The thing i remembered, by the way, is that sweet smell that always lingered around the house (originating from the kitchen, where Mom was always making something great to eat), closely resembling the taste and smell of that tea we drank ceremoniuosly every evening, while watching some series about ghost-hunters and talking… I think this is nostalgia, but absolutely positive.