Chestnuts remind me of winter. They also remind me of my childhood.
It was mid November when I visited Graz. All over the town, streets were smelling of chestnuts. And at each corner, there was a stand selling "Maroni Rosterei".
That day in Graz was more like it was early spring, but roasted chestnuts tasted so beautiful. They were simply perfect. Just like when I was a kid.
These days, the weather in Belgrade is getting colder and colder. Winter is about to put its claws all over the town. And in my neighborhood, there are no roasted chestnuts stands in the streets.
No place to hide, just for a couple of minutes, just to get warm again.
And to feel that warm and longing scent of childhood.
