I love the scent of my neighborhood after the rain. The hot tarmac steaming, the apple trees in bloom, the wet soil, the pungent smell of the trash cans. There's a particular faint smell of wet pigeons nesting under the staircase. When it rains, I sometimes close my eyes and walk around in the courtyard, side to side, finding my way just using my nose. When I smell something new, I try to guess where it comes from. Today I stood soaking wet in front of my building for 10 minutes. I smelled pancakes and omelet. I knew right away the pancakes were my mum's, but who was making the omelet? I made a step forward and turned around. Unusually, the smell was coming from behind. I opened my eyes and saw a caravan with lights on parked in the parking lot. Was it there all the time?