We’ve just finished the Asian leg. We were thinking right from the start that this would be the hardest of all, but it turned out to be enthralling. From our western outlook, the logistical conditions have been on occasioins, well below what we expected, but today, only a few days later, they’ve lost all importance and only remain in the memory, as amusing anecdotes.
I believe that it will take some time to integrate everything that has happened to us, the technology of the means of transport, seems to go quicker than our consiousness. I believe that even over a long time, many of the experiences that we have gone through will continue alive in us. Maybe they will accompany us for ever.
There is a question that is repeated time and again by friends, family and the many people that we have met in these weeks; “why are you doing this?” “Why are you abandoning the comfort of your daily life and spending a pile of money in doing a journey like this?”
I can’t answer for the others, I imagine that everyone will have to reflect about their own motivations. To be sincere, it’s difficult for me to do it, but I’ll try.
For me, this is an epic journey.
I like to imagine myself as one of the crew on the ships that crossed the Atlantic.
I like to imagine that within 100 years, someone will speak about what we are doing.
I like to imagine that when I’m old, some young people will ask me about it and I’ll tell them with pride.
I like to imagine that it will be useful, even if only a bit, to change this crazy world.
I like to imagine that I can do something interesting with my life.
But I’m not only doing this journey because of what I imagine. I also do it for the things that I perceive in going from one country to another.
I see that many watch us with indifference, for them we aren’t there.
In the look of others I see only curiosity, it seems to be funny for them to see this group of strange people.
But in the look of a few I see hope, and I want to interpret that it’s the same sort as mine.
Hope in a different world, in a world without violence and in which together we will be able to build it.
And on seeing hope in their look, so my own hope grows and I feel strong and radiant.
It’s in these moments when I feel profoundly grateful, and I cannot imagine a better place to be than this one.
And so the question comes back again and I inquire of the one asking the question, “How is that you’re not marching with us?”