On the way to the right address instead, I experienced a weird mix of smells and visuals. First, I passed a lady with an eye-patch, and two gentlemen who were quite obviously conducting a drug deal on a bench opposite a child and his dad. Secondly, I caught a whiff of woodsmoke in the otherwise surprisingly fresh air. It at once felt homely, yet quite obviously not homely, if that makes any sense. Not many drug deals at family barbeques back home. It doesn’t make much sense, does it? It made more sense in my head.