19 May, 2010

"Travel pushes my boundaries. When you travel, you become invisible, if you want. I do want.  I like to be the observer. What makes people who they are? Could I feel at home here? No one expects you to have the stack of papers back by tuesday, or to check messages, or to fertilize the geraniums.  When traveling, you have the delectable possibility of not understanding a word of what is said to you.  Language becomes simply a musical background for watching bicycles zoom alongside a canal, calling for nothing from you."

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