The place where I stay when I want to feel shorter. Little like I can fit in the chair I used to sit when I was a few centimetres tall. There you go if you want to sew or taylor a dress with my grandma.
Her kitchen tastes like when I was 5, the same old woody taste. And if I go outside on the balcony I can find my metal shovel I've used for ages for mixing soil into my grandma's plants. Now the difference is that it's a little bit rusty.
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