Here I am. In Strasbourg.
I’ll live in this amazing pinkish tower.
I already like it.
The room is very large and round, a tower, actually.
There are three small windows.
From the one you can see here, I have taken many of my photos.
Absolutely comfortable.
I’m basically lazy.
The essence of the journey is a relative value,
which depends on parameters totally different from person to person.
Some people perceive the journey as an escape from their usual environment, enlarging this concept we might say that the journey is also an attempt to escape from oneself ( in this sense, of course it never works as expected, because it’s impossible to leave ourselves behind).
A journey might be seen by many people as a search for “exotic” landscapes, different cultures. In this case the purpose is to get as far as it’s possible.
Anyway “exotic” is a double edged adjective, because it means all and nothing.
We might try to reach “Ultima Thule” to escape what we consider our too banal daily reality.
But if we imagine that a hypothetic inhabitant of the mythic Ultima Thule could be suddenly transported to our banal neighbourhood, he would surely find our street or our Grocer’s shop very “exotic”.
We are all the “exoticism” of someone else.
For me, the concept of journey is not related with distance and collection of images of remote famous sights.
I feel the journey as a quiet discovery of what is not too far, seen from inside, in a certain way.
It’s enlarging my sensation to be at home, wherever I am, taking temporary, but not for that less deep, points of references.
When I arrive to a hotel room, even though for few days, I need to feel at home, to make it “mine”, to change place to something, to get familiar with it.