For me, exploring the world has always been synonymous with freedom: a suspension point that, tinged with an old-fashioned romanticism, breathes the exhilaration of our inner confines.
I have excavated in Kurdistan Region; practiced sambo in Moscow; or harvested tea in the prefecture of Kagoshima...
This wandering is who I am: it is that interrupted discourse of which the hours, echoes of my vile darkness, reveal my sauroctone soul.
In the shade of the sleeping mills, the nymphs sing the laughter of my childhood... Penetrate the soul of the world, it is said, liberates the lost. O Dante, O legendary cape beating the evils and the sailors, we will live your air for eternity.