Words Are Impotent To Describe Certain Emotions.

The Timelessness Of A Concept Has To Be Woven Into The Running Warp Of Dying Time, Vertical Power Has To Be Wedded To The Horizontal Earth.

One Travels To Run Away From Routine, That Dreadful Routine That Kills All Imagination And All Our Capacity For Enthusiasm.

I Refuse To Imprison Our Acts In The Rigid Mould Of Sentences.

Every Time I Took A Long Leave From Home, I Felt As If I Were Going To Conquer The World. Or Rather, Take Possession Of What Is My Birthright, My Inheritance.

Travel Can Also Be The Spirit Of Adventure Somewhat Tamed, For Those Who Desire To Do Something They Are A Bit Afraid Of.