I have learned a few languages from the people I have met during one journey which had begun many thousands of kilometers ago. The road I chose took me, like a strong torrent of adventures, away from the world I needed to leave. This road appeared to become an ultimate experience of my own existence. Meandering across the countries, the cultures, the revolutions and stories of the people, the path was leading to this point, to the center of my universe.
I was a very bad student educated by the communist education system, but one day I had to read one book of which the content had literally blown my mind. This book was written by Hermann Hesse who has been prized with Literature Nobel Prize for some 160 pages of one story synthesized from the Hinduism knowledge collected by Hesse's grandfather, one ex diplomat. Hesse never stepped on the soil of India, but inspired by its mythology, has written an essay which brought to him a Nobel Prize and which has blown my seventeen years old mind. Siddhartha has become my ultimate leader, and very soon after this decisive meeting I found myself on the path which I continue till now.
Enlightened by the personalities of which the wisdom was, is and will impress me as like inspire. Following the sequences of the printed with black ink on the paper symbols aka letters, aka particular sounds, aka notes of emotions, codes of alphabets, composing the words synthesized from the thoughts of human minds, I found myself on the path meandering under my will. I walked two days to get rid of the city and to disappear in the forest, which I walked through the long days, to reach the planes, the rivers, the valleys and the mountains.
Sleeping the nights under the pines, and eating the fruits picked straight from the orchards, I was walking into my world. In my little bag one pen, one book to write, one tooth brush, and sleeping bag were sharing a travel compartment installed on my back. A Pentax camera was hanging on the belt like a bell attached to my neck. I was walking through the spring, and summer invited me to the party in the so beautiful mountains.
I walked to the mountains, and I had a good party. Handcrafted goats cheeses, highlanders drinks, bread a la chapati, the best marijuana ever, and the sun dust of quality to make my camera painting priceless pictures. Sex, Sun and Rock'n'Roll. This journey was the first episode of the diary I have begun to write. My words synthesized from my life experiences, written with the black ink on the white paper of the less and less empty book.
AFTER HAVING WALKED, RIDE, HITCHHIKING, SMUGGLING, WRITING, PICTURIZING ACROSS ONLY ONE PART OF THE HUGE EARTH, I CAME TO CONCLUDING THAT EVERYTHING EXISTS AND THERE IS ALSO PLACE FOR THE ILLUSIONS, BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS ONLY NOW, AND NOBODY CAN INSURE THE COMING OF TOMORROW.
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I have learned a few languages from the people I have met during one journey which had begun many thousands of kilometers ago. The road I chose took me, like a strong torrent of adventures, away from the world I needed to leave. This road appeared to become an ultimate experience of my own existence. Meandering across the countries, the cultures, the revolutions and stories of the people, the path was leading to this point, to the center of my universe.
I was a very bad student educated by the communist education system, but one day I had to read one book of which the content had literally blown my mind. This book was written by Hermann Hesse who has been prized with Literature Nobel Prize for some 160 pages of one story synthesized from the Hinduism knowledge collected by Hesse's grandfather, one ex diplomat. Hesse never stepped on the soil of India, but inspired by its mythology, has written an essay which brought to him a Nobel Prize and which has blown my seventeen years old mind. Siddhartha has become my ultimate leader, and very soon after this decisive meeting I found myself on the path which I continue till now.
Enlightened by the personalities of which the wisdom was, is and will impress me as like inspire. Following the sequences of the printed with black ink on the paper symbols aka letters, aka particular sounds, aka notes of emotions, codes of alphabets, composing the words synthesized from the thoughts of human minds, I found myself on the path meandering under my will. I walked two days to get rid of the city and to disappear in the forest, which I walked through the long days, to reach the planes, the rivers, the valleys and the mountains.
Sleeping the nights under the pines, and eating the fruits picked straight from the orchards, I was walking into my world. In my little bag one pen, one book to write, one tooth brush, and sleeping bag were sharing a travel compartment installed on my back. A Pentax camera was hanging on the belt like a bell attached to my neck. I was walking through the spring, and summer invited me to the party in the so beautiful mountains.
I walked to the mountains, and I had a good party. Handcrafted goats cheeses, highlanders drinks, bread a la chapati, the best marijuana ever, and the sun dust of quality to make my camera painting priceless pictures. Sex, Sun and Rock'n'Roll. This journey was the first episode of the diary I have begun to write. My words synthesized from my life experiences, written with the black ink on the white paper of the less and less empty book.
AFTER HAVING WALKED, RIDE, HITCHHIKING, SMUGGLING, WRITING, PICTURIZING ACROSS ONLY ONE PART OF THE HUGE EARTH, I CAME TO CONCLUDING THAT EVERYTHING EXISTS AND THERE IS ALSO PLACE FOR THE ILLUSIONS, BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS ONLY NOW, AND NOBODY CAN INSURE THE COMING OF TOMORROW.