Se plimba omu’ linistit seara, sta gura casca langa un templu jain, mic si pierdut printre stradute, si 2 minute mai tarziu se trezeste rapit si adus cu forta (zambetelor) la un chai de casa. Cam asa am fost noi deturnati acum 2 seri. Am aterizat pe nepusa masa (la propriu, din fericire) in casa unui cuplu de localnici: el profesor, ea asistenta medicala, cu doi copii frumosi si putin rusinati.
Ne-am simtit minunat :D. Era extraordinara bucuria lor de a primi oaspeti in casa lor. Si asa ne-am facut noi prieteni :).
I look like a regular person. I live like a regular person. I even speak like a regular person (sometimes). But my inner core is made from the souls of the past nomads. I wander, I get lost, very often I get sidetracked. But I never stray too far from my nomadic core. It is who I am. I’m always looking to get past borders, limits and “no, you should not”s or “you should”s. I’m always searching, always longing, even though I know there is no end, there is no final answer. But all my quests are taking me closer to my own people: you, the other nomads of this world. And I’m always grateful when I get to meet you. You, the nomads of this world, are the fabric of true life. A shared story, a shared cup of tea or stale piece of bread from last month, a smile or just a simple welcome, a shared dream – this is what travelling is all about for me.
Welcome to my world – welcome to my fantasy.
