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Berlin 83: The Story of Rotten Fruits and Coldness

In Berlin, the smells coming from the boutique pastry shop on the lower floor of the apartment we stayed in… That big white wedding cake that I saw from the back window of the upper floor. The carefully placed cherries and strawberries of the cake were thrown on the ground, in harmony with the coldness of a dark night. That intense and impressive smell of rotten cherries and strawberries that remains suspended in the air.