In the living room of his small Parisian apartment, Stéphane* rummages at the bottom of a deep shelf, cluttered with vinyl records and old second-hand books.
He grabs a battered notebook with a patched brown tape binding, hidden between two dusty backpackers.
It's been several years since he opened this madeleine.
In it, he recounted each day of one of his first trips away from home.
It was in India;
he was 20 years old.
The emotion is palpable.
The impressions of the time come back, as well as the feelings for this girl he loved and with whom he traveled.
If the Parisian agrees to reopen this page of the past, it is because he remembers a particular moment.
After a time in the bustling city of Bombay, he had discovered the mysteries of scents and colors of the city of Udaipur, in Rajasthan.
Perched on top of a roof in the city, he had been seized with a deep dizziness, as if he were losing his identity.
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There is a magical and unreal atmosphere…
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