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Another story starts with some fruits made of almond-paste. Almondpaste
from Sicily was rolled between hands in Barcelona and Connie
chose to make a Nispero.
Nispero is a spring fruit, and this was autumn, so when Iris and Rosa
searched for it in the shops, they ended up bringing plums home. Home
was the place were Iris was living together with Azahara and Giulia,
so plums were eaten in the morning for breakfast accompanied with
Antonia’s recently made coffee. Coffee was served while awaiting Julia,
coming with her son Victor, and later on Mafe proposed an exercise
that consisted of writing another story.
The story goes, Connie bought 4 nispero fruits in Austria where it is called Wollmispelfrucht because it reminded her of one of the places she used to live in the past. Past midnight Mia tried some for the first time in her life, Ulla had some too and the baby in her belly, later known as Mika, tried some for the first time pre-life as well. Well-formed, round and smooth; Ulla found the seeds of the fruits surprisingly beautiful and kept them in the communal kitchen, a small paper cup with them all inside. Inside esc one evening, before going to drink schnapps with Norbert, Connie had to video-call another collective she is in. In an effort to distract her attention back to us, Antonia took two of the seeds and spat them across the room, where Mia was standing, who spat them back. Back at work the next day Connie gave these two seeds to Mia who took them to Brussels where nispero is mostly called néfle or loquat by the inhabitants. Inhabiting Brussels, Azahara, who knew Connie and Antonia from a different collective, got one seed, the other one took many weeks to germinate and springup. Up until now it has grown, but it has not yet born any fruit other than this story.
Memory is a fragile thing, and it's hard to tell what a good reminder
is. Sometimes a simple smell is enough to bring you back to childhood,
sometimes a modest receipt evokes an entier day full of emotions.
What should be kept, as evidence or reminder of someone or some collective
working process ? How to catch the moments that shape a person or a group ?
Usually, we take pictures of what we think on the spot is a good (future)
memory, or we write postcards to share it with friends. Doing so, we
usually avoid sad memory or moment of conflict, even though they are
important too (maybe even more).
For example : how to remember when such a conflict starts ? Or the
breakpoint between a conflictual sitation that eventually lead to something
deeper and more destructive like a break of trust ?
It's usually something you'd try to escape as a group, if not individually.
As it might lead to the end of the group itself, who cares to take a
picture then ?