
Sometimes I am thinking to smell of freshly baked bread. I guess sacredness of bread is about its smell. Smell of freshly baked bread is very different smell. Like from an other world. When I was a child I have asked everyone “Do you like smell of bread?” Except one person everyone have said: Yess, of course, it is very sacret smell. One exception was “bakery” I have asked him: Wow, it should be really enjoyful job,you can smell bread everytime. He said: No, it is not enjoyful, and now I can not take the smell of bread, I guess I have became addicted. So, I have been really upset, and suprised. When I smell of freshly baked bread I go to peerless place. In this place firstly I visit people who work in field, and I became aware of their tragic. Than I turn to a little seed of spike. My jurney continues to a spacil grinder on this grinder I grain myself. My aspect modify, but still my individuality is same. Now I’m read to became a bread.
Sometimes I quicken in hands of baker; sometimes in hands of women who life in a villiage...