The smell, the sense that delights us as much as we are disgusted. I can not imagine the world without being able to appreciate the rich fragrances, scents mundane, the smell of the street, neighborhood and even every home. Because everyone has their own that makes it mystical and unique. But I'm not an expert on the subject, just know because I've read, I have been concerned to learn a little more of this power of partnering with our nose to the brain. In the same way we catalog with the eye, almost unconscious way, linking an object with a term, we do so with smells.
Although, I must admit, sometimes that memory is fallible, because the smell despite the strength with which penetrates our minds, we sometimes resembles another. Perhaps you could explain to us what happens to some faces, that they confuse us with others. The aromas behave similarly fluctuate in our memories and if you do not feel it continuously, is likely to lose the relationship we had done at some point in our head. I could not say the same for the sounds, which we define more precisely in that swarm of electrical impulses that make up our brain.
But I would say if they confess anything, likely to reject emphatically. Something out of all reason, all thought proper, if indeed they exist. Well I must, I must share it to drives me insane.
Working in a market, a big one. I repositor, I take care of replacing the goods going missing being on the shelves or displays. Commonly'm sitting watching TV or listening to music in the tank, when I do not charge any other work, and call me in speaking to go to a particular sector to replace a product on time. Was doing my homework I noticed it first.
aroma was sour, not bitter, but a roughness such that reminded me a bad apple, but it had been washed with a touch of over-ripe sweet orange. I think that smells can have textures. Some so mild that they appear as firm strokes and other that feel like to hit full in the face.
remember I was standing between the milk and jams. I looked around for something broken on the floor, because I used to go, someone accidentally dropped a bottle or container and this was done thousand pieces on the floor and remained there until he saw an employee. But there was nothing out of place. Even the milk in refrigerated display cases that smell emanating could be so special.
To me, choosing between several brands of skim milk, was an old woman. Did not mean to be impertinent, but I went to sniff. Without realizing it, of course. Because I felt that the smell was coming from it ... And so it was! That scent repulsive, I froze the skin, came from the elderly woman. I thought that perhaps he had urinated or had some other need not put up with until you get home, but more to assess these possibilities, in my mind did not associate the smell. Arrange
products should be replenished and I retired to the tank. Five minutes later, the comings and goings of some employees caught my eye and went back into the market. From the back door leading into the tank, I could see through the window of the front lights of the ambulance parked on the street. Two paramedics were in the cleaning aisle, around a person lying on the floor. They seemed to work frantically to save his life. I got scared. Someone was dying a few feet from where I was. But even knowing that, I went as if drawn by an unknown morbidity in me.
I went much as I could from where I stood, I could see well the person who was dying. It was the old lady who had this foul smell. His head was turned toward me. And I could see, in panic, the gap behind his eyes. Were second only because he soon died. The paramedics insisted for two minutes, but nothing was done. I knew immediately when I smelled it passing me by and away, until finally disappear.
not slept in several nights. What had smelled in the end? I did not know, but I dread to think. I wanted to forget the episode, but then being at home with my girlfriend, that fragrance again rob me. It was like a hammer blow came suddenly. I turned pale to the point that Analía, my girlfriend asked me what was wrong. I managed to ask if I felt good. She laughed. I announced that I had to go. I could not be a second longer in the house, but when I stood up, as she took me by the arm and was wondering what was happening, we feel a cry coming from the bathroom. It was his father. We came running, the moment that collapsed few seconds after having clung to the shower door.
infarction. Such unexpected and lethal. Fulminante. The body fell heavily and ran to lift Analía. I stayed in place, still. I knew there was nothing left to do. The smell had gone through my side and had gone out the window. My girlfriend and I was yelling at me standing there like an idiot, knowing that lay beside his father. But how to explain that he knew he was dead? How?
Last week I was on the subway and suddenly the smell flooded my mind. I was asleep and that woke me up. First I thought it was a dream, but when you open your eyes, look around and sniff the air, I felt present. It was sickening, much stronger. Was steeped in my nose so I thought I would be sick. I wanted to ask what was missing for the next season because the coach wanted to get out and when we felt the explosion. The shake-fired us all forward. I remember the shock, the darkness, shouting, crying ... I remember everything, so vivid, so creepy. Just when I hurt my leg. I was lucky. Seven people died, one before me.
At night I curl but I can not sleep. I'm on medical leave, but I will not return to work. I do not even go outside. I have fear, horror, of running into that smell again. I am sure that sooner or later happen to me. I think if it happens, I will lose what little sanity I have left. It is the smell of death, but who can believe, who will stop to listen to a survivor of an accident so severe.
My girlfriend left me after that tragic episode in her home. My mind is no longer the same, with this knowledge. Do not let my parents come, and my brothers. And when the department is only sometimes I have strange ideas, here locked in my room. Ideas about killing me, on escape from this world ... and then, almost like a ghost, that smell comes as a guest cruel and heartless. Then forced me to think about other things and the smell disappears. But
I fear that one day no longer go.
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