This is not a cliché.

03 July 2019


Who is the one responsible for designing boundaries? Who draws them or imposes them? Walking in the mountains has something beautiful about it - you realise that borders do not exist. There can be insurmountable barriers, endless obstacles, precipices, cliffs and inaccessible walls. What difference does it make? You walk on, you go on, you know that life is not a skeleton stuck in the skeleton of history. Life must be free, not conditioned by who knows who. In these dark times, in which the human mind of most people regresses to a poor imitation of what could be, a nice walk is what it takes to wake up again.