Miris cimeta

Marta je živjela sama u malom stanu. Njena nova susjeda, doña Pilar, bila je starija žena. Ponekad su se vidjele u liftu, ali nisu razgovarale.

Marta lived alone in a small apartment. Her new neighbor, Doña Pilar, was an old woman. They saw each other in the elevator sometimes, but they did not talk.

Jedne nedjelje ujutro, Marta je otvorila ulazna vrata da pođe u šetnju. Na podu je bio mali tanjurić. Na tanjuriću je bio komad kolača. Kolač je mirisao na cimet i naranče.

One Sunday morning, Marta opened her front door to go for a walk. There was a small plate on the floor. On the plate was a piece of cake. The cake smelled like cinnamon and oranges.

Bio je tu i ceduljica. "To je recept moje bake. Napravila sam previše. Dobrodošla u zgradu. — Pilar."

There was a note. "It is my grandmother's recipe. I made too much. Welcome to the building. — Pilar."

Marta je pojela kolač za kuhinjskim stolom. Bio je to najbolji kolač koji je pojela već dugo vremena. Nije znala kako da zahvali Pilar. Nije pekla. Nije imala recept od svoje bake.

Marta ate the cake at her kitchen table. It was the best cake she had eaten in a long time. She did not know how to thank Pilar. She did not bake. She did not have a recipe from her grandmother.

Nakon, napisala je čestitku. "Hvala vam. Kolač je bio predivan. Ako ikad trebate pomoć s kupovinom, molim vas pokucajte." Ostavila je čestitku ispod Pilarovih vrata. Sada su imale nešto s čime mogu početi.

Finally, she wrote a card. "Thank you. The cake was wonderful. If you ever need help with shopping, please knock." She left the card under Pilar's door. Now they had something to start with.