This week I've revisited my old home town, the town where I grew up.

I'm doing a roadshow for this project I'm working on, so it was a business trip, with no time for hanging around. I was able though to get to my favorite place at the edge of the town.

It was a rainy day, the air was misty and filled with a sick and heavy smell coming from the slaughterhouse. All those memories going through my head, ranging from hot summer days with same fetid smell and nights with hungry mosquitoes driving me crazy, and coming to those cold and windy winter days with little snow if any.

All this seems so far away now...

NOTE: A few days have passed since then. I was a little hesitating of publishing this post, being so personal, but here it is.