I remember the first time I remembered a smell. This was remembering to the extent that it stopped me in my tracks, taking me back to a specific moment, a specific place and a specific feeling. The smell was that of a bike shop. Mainly rubber, with notes of oil and plastic and a strong hint of sheer excitement. In that instant I was about 10 years old, in Bache Brothers Cycles at Lye Cross, near Stourbridge, in the West Midlands. My grandad was next to me, with the shop man. I was getting a bike for my birthday.
离散的裂痕深如沟壑，而所有的线索，都始于杜耀豪母亲在德国寓所翻出的那张七人童年合影。照片里的七个孩子，尚不知命运已暗流汹涌。
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