My Father

February 27, 1983: There´s a small body shop right next to the parish church. My aunt and i always go by it and I always ask her to please have us go by it again. The smell of the body shop reminds me of my father. I love the smell of gasoline because it was his smell when we were living here in Argentina. He preffered foreign cars, like Mercedes Benz and Citroen, among others. But, when we got to San Francisco, his favorite car became a Ford. Go figure!