Day 10: A book that reminds you of home
When you move to another continent in your early thirties any book written in your native language reminds you of home. But this particular one reminds me of long dark rainy winter afternoons and an orange comfy chair that was stylish in the 70s. This reminds me of my mom singing in the kitchen and annoying little brothers. A cat that passed away decades ago. And the smell of speculaas.