As I waited in an ATM vestibule earlier today, I smelled something distinctly familiar, nostalgic. In less than three seconds, I placed the smell in time and space. It was 1988. I was in Dakar, Senegal.
As I waited in an ATM vestibule earlier today, I smelled something distinctly familiar, nostalgic. In less than three seconds, I placed the smell in time and space. It was 1988. I was in Dakar, Senegal.