The image of the road evokes in me, the one dearest to me of home. It would seem an oxymoron, but, ironically, the road would not make sense to exist if there was a goal to strive, just a house.
I am grateful to the children of the first media, which try to give myself every day in the difficult, yet exciting task of teacher.
was they, with their questions and their questions to bother pleasantly awakened in me this thought.
nomadic or sedentary? Travelers or residents? What we have been in human history and what we are called to be?
If you quickly flip through the pages of a history book you realize quickly that these two have always lived together.
The most emblematic case representative and I think we can find in the Hun.
Forced to move through the endless expanses Eurasian steppe, had patented a means of cutting-edge transportation, a cozy fireside hoisted on four wooden wheels, a perfect synthesis between the urgency of moving on the road and the innate desire however, to feel at home.
could investigate other similar cases, but it is not my intention to write a treatise on the subject. What fascinates me is the discovery of a rather constant and prenatal homesick, which is perpetuated in the history of mankind.
Safe journey then, wishing each of you and me to find a cozy place, worthy of being called "home".
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