by Kleitia Vaso

The path of a magnolia flower coming towards me as a gift was interrupted by someone else who sneakily took it away.
The moment I saw it, I immediately fell in love with its smell, which in addition to transporting me (à la Proust) to one of the places that most mesmerized me as a child – Tirana’s Botanical Garden – struck me as overwhelmingly good. I saw another one and I asked for it despite it not being meant for me this time. At first, I placed it really close so I could look at it and smell it whenever the desire for it struck me.

Meanwhile I noticed that the smell was too powerful and I moved it away from me, to another table, according to a friend who knows me well “to share it with others not out of want but necessity.” I realize now that some things must be kept at a distance temporally and perhaps physically as well…I haven’t visited the botanical garden since the last time (7-8 years old with my cousin and my beloved grandfather) and for awhile I don’t think I’ll have such a strong desire for another magnolia.

by Kleitia Vaso