parallel develop peacefully run their course, regardless of each other and at the same time tying in an endless loop.
stories expand in size and affect the next dimension, others are totally ignored, others are even considered, interdimensionally talking about. He'll
'a time when everything will be' perceived differently from now, everything will be 'overcome. And then laugh and of what 'was and how we must care about things that basically have no value.
It does not matter if the circle and then 'was closed, the mission is completed, the game ended, and when the prodigal son' back and start again if and when '. Last
mile 'was an amusing spin:
with Iran have left behind a lot, literally a continent, a psychologically life-session.
cross borders on foot from 'always the feeling of going the other way in which the world is heading.
I like to balance a bit 'over the planet.
I find myself in Armenia, a beautiful village in the Caucasus. The first of the world to embrace Christianity as its state religion. Where do you see the ark of Noah ', true, and you can kill of cognac and vodka and admire skirts and feminine forms, forgotten in a drink all that Islam has slowly taught you.
meeting beautiful people with picturesque names like Gregor, Edgar, Adam, Moses, who sings Toto Cutugno and Celentano, who toasts to Soviet-evangelical paradox in a country that in every sense and 'halfway' between Europe and Asia.
The ultimate goal of the boy from the East and 'the return to Moscow, from the one who took the flame and shone in the sky for 24 moons. Like Dante's Beatrice
needs of Penelope and Odysseus my Asya me I went to the back, crossing half the world literally.
are then in Georgia, with Russia there is no 'just as good friends, and try to slip between Ossetia and Chechnya (quiet eh) hoping to go unnoticed and receive the latest stamp in the passport agonists. A
music directly to Vladikavkaz, Russia, gives me confidence and I'm at 7 am on June 1 in beautiful perky chatter between the winds of the beautiful panorama from the Caucasus, hoping to find in the mainland within a few minutes.
hoped that a dose of good karma with me and instead was a lesson to learn and 'another: Patience.
geopolitical reasons, wars and resentments idealistic prevent me from crossing the border, zero threads are allowed. People continue to hate each other rather than 'to win the life.
the same day, then snorting, rather than 'in Russia will come' in Turkey, to take a cruise ship that takes me on the north shore of the Black Sea Buffo the world. The Soviet bureaucracy
not escape routes, delays will accumulate and finally after 14 hours hitchhiking, 48 and 29 of ship's triumphant arrival in Red Square train, three days later, with a carpet of fireworks on the Kremlin, rainbows and sunshine, ole '!
chapters start new lives, personal histories and stories of all, after my story and 'your story, changing only the names of the places and characters.
I'm going to fall in the true and old Europe, after two years of perenigrazione Asia. The
gradually 'of hitchhiking as always makes the transition less shocking and full of nuances, and the familiarity with the Russian Caucasus to the Baltic, it allows me plenty conversations with truckers to which sound like a madman on the loose.
Warsaw, Berlin, Amsterdam, Brussels, Vienna, Rubiera.
Europe.
order, silence, freedom ', individualism, hygiene, and all that' state.
how to watch the same movie a few years later, when you do not mind the plot, but you focus on the details.
People who go, that goes to work, people are not interesting, not interest.
Certainties, goals, struggles, desires, hopes, better future.
That 's the story, that' s what we cling to, because everything else there is 'already', abundantly.
storyline to review, I'd say.
I'm at my house. Is it me? In my house?
Lead as an alien among those who were my fellow ...
- Oh all right then?
- Mo 'is on, enough!
- How 'was the trip?
SBAAAAAM parallel universes that start, lived entire lives in one eye, the joy of being, living, adrenaline.
- Oh good, a great experience from
- Now what do you do?
- Excuse me?
- Now what do you do?
- Excuse me?
- And now ...
And now look at my neighbors, looking for here, as then, the feeling, the primordial perception.
And now I look at the migration with new eyes and I am delighted to see different colors intersect in my town.
I hear funny stories, complaints. Who was happy, and he said it was? I see that generations
one another and the word integration expands. Many do not already have
Reggio 'much more' Reggio me. Reggiani afraid
close in cars and homes while foreigners legally take possession of open space thanks to new energy, not spoiled, eager to greet my life
factions china, Indian, African, Arab, two words in each language and smiles global actually do 'local intondo little worlds turn.
What happens now in Ulan Bator, Beijing, Tokyo, Yangon, Bangkok, Kuala Lumpur, Calcutta, Bombay, Tehran?
parallel dimensions that intersect, that's what happens.
parallel dimensions that form the giant planet, called parallelism, around which rotate, damaging, ignoring, judging
The next evolutionary step 'to remain part of this size, inwardly rejoice and not be affecting the shape, do not ignore the energy and certainly not judging the result.
If it 's true that nothing is forever, but everything' in constant transformation, but this trip really has neither 'head or' tail, but it 's part of the whole, and not' more 'a circle but a spiral that spins endlessly.
To each his own journey, every man his soul. Enjoy it.
No more 'focus on the past' future, without engaging in definitions and labels.
an eternal present, and 'that which surrounds us, from forever, and always will '.
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