Chequered aprons and egg liqueur, potatoes, flies and wallpaper patterns, boredom and adventure: Time is expandable, summers are endless, the world of the adults is odd and inscrutable and that one might ever be like them is completely unthinkable.
What one remembers when thinking back to one’s childhood is a matter of luck. Often these details are tied to memories, the tiniest and most normal things, out of which in retrospect a whole world can be constructed.
