Paris, the departure
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I go around
In a few hours, I will leave. I will go far away. It is the first time and I will not sleep tonight.
All that I had read, the books on the first explorers of the
Mircea Eliade has described, in The Sacred and the Profane, the fusion which existed in ancient people, between gods and nature, between man and the world that surrounds him.
To me travelling is the passage from this intellectual reality to a reality directly experienced by the individual, as if I had become a part of the world instead of a separate being.
Travelling has been this experience of a link with the world, with culture and with nature.
Culture is the fight against what in man believes that things, men, the world, are only what they seem to be. Culture is what gives its form to the world, it is a construction by man of nature. It is the only way by which the world can be renewed.
It is what will touch the somewhat attentive traveller, the slightest detail, the smallest object, which will evoke, a thousand miles away from his place of origin the feeling of proximity, of recognition which will even become a part of its own life.
To reach these delicate settings in different times and different places, I had booked a seat on a plane, which needed kerosene to fly. I had a digital camera which gave me images I can comfortably watch in my heated home. I was glad I had air conditioning and sunscreen in the blazing heat. Bottled mineral water was an intense relief.
But all this is no match with a single drop of ocean water in