the smell of lilac

I don’t like this project. I never wanted to make this project. I hate that this project exists. I don’t want to make some project about my Ukrainian friends fleeing to Germany. I should be drinking coffee with them in Kyiv.

We were walking through the streets of Schwäbisch Hall when Olena swore she smelled lilac. We started looking for the bush, but could not find it. She said it smelled like home.