Walking Through a World of Aromas. Ariel Andrés Almada

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      To our dog Tomi, who has given us so much love for so many years ...

      — Ariel Andrés Almada

      Walking through a World of Aromas

      Text © 2012 Ariel Andrés Almada

      Illustrations © 2012 Sonja Wimmer

      This edition © 2012 Cuento de Luz SL

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      Original title in Spanish: La niña que caminaba entre aromas

      English translation by Jon Brokenbrow

      ISBN: 978-84-15619-49-9

      All rights reserved

      She could feel the warmth of her mother as she held her in her arms, the smell of her father’s newly washed shirt, and far away, she could hear the twittering of the birds as they slowly woke up to spring. But apart from that, everything else was darkness.

      When Annie was born, everything

      was dark

      As the years went by, Annie understood that she was different.

      She heard her friends talking about colors and shapes, but everything was confusing for her. One day, her mother said to her:

      “Blue

      feels like this,”

       and made her hold an ice cube in her hands.

      feels like this,”

      while she made her hold out her hands towards the fireplace, very carefully so as not to burn them. Annie smiled and turned her head in the direction of her mother’s voice.

      red

      “And

      It was during the winter when Annie learned to walk among aromas.

      At first, of course, she was clumsy and bumped her head more than once. Her father said to her again and again:

      “Annie, go slowly, there’s no rush!”

      But like any child who wants to discover new things, she wanted to learn. And she wanted to do it quickly.