... We Die, Just As We Were

I Come From No Country, From No City, No Tribe. I Am The Son Of The Road... All Tongues And All Prayers Belong To Me. But I Belong To None Of Them.

... We Die, Just As We Were Born, At The Edge Of A Road Not Of Our Choosing.

I Am The Son Of The Road , My Country Is A Caravan And My Life Is The Most Unexpected Of Voyages. I Belong To Earth And To The God And It Is To Them That I Will One Day Soon Return

Every Individual Is A Meeting Ground For Many Different Allegiances, And Sometimes These Loyalties Conflict With One Another And Confront The Person Who Harbors Them With Difficult Choices

People Sometimes Imagine That Just Because They Have Access To So Many Newspapers, Radio And Tv Channels, They Will Get An Infinity Of Different Opinions. Then They Discover That Things Are Just The Opposite: The Power Of These Loudspeakers Only Amplifies The Opinion Prevalent At A Certain Time, To The Point Where It Covers Any Other Opinion.