Olía a orines de mico. ‘Así huelen todos los europeos, sobre todo en verano’, nos dijo mi padre. ‘Es el olor de la civilización’.She smelled as money piss, that the smell of all Europeans, specially in summer” our father told us “that is the smell of civilization”Gabriel García Márquez, Doce Cuentos Peregrinos With the previous … Continue reading From the neighbours to the oceans