In the kitchen

Sometimes you find yourself in a place you’ve never been to… And then, all of a sudden, the smells of freshly baked bread, sun-dried bricks laid in strict order, and the dust brought by the wind blowing from the slopes come to life so vividly and feel so painfully familiar and far too relating… And there you are — a thousand-year-old, tanned, ecstatic, in this Yaghnobian adobe home in the middle of nowhere… Gazing through a gap like a child… and you see the sky, and it’s so big and boundless.