- on the train, coming back home from a day of hard work finishing up a project: I look out of the window, it is a dark winter evening and I see a house by the train tracks, and it is an odd sight as I can discern exactly what the entrance looks like, with its walls made of planks of wood, illuminated by only ine light bulb, the garage roof overhead and a window made of horizontal glass panels.
- Reading a book, it is a short story by Jorge Louis Borges, and it is placed in buenos aires. I can feel the summer wind of the south, that precedes a storm, on my face, bringing relief to the extreme heat, and I don't experience it in this country, and only people from that part lf the world can understand exacly what the main character is experiencing.
Many times we perceive the world with our memories.