„Princeton, in the summer, smelled of nothing, […] it was this, the lack of a smell, that most appealed to her, perhaps because the other American cities she knew well had all smelled distinctly. Philadelphia had the musty scent of history. New Haven smelled of neglect. Baltimore smelled of brine, and Brooklyn of sun-warmed garbage. But Princeton had no smell. She liked taking deep breaths here.“
(Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: „Americanah“, Fourth Estate 2014, S. 3)
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