There’s a show on TV right now about travellers, not the usual tourism yada-yada, but real travellers, people who had crossed all around this world for various reasons, usually work related. That’s the kind of show someone like me shouldn’t watch right now, someone who’s feeling like an alien in his homeland and with a huge need to just go away. This one was about a portuguese photographer (Nuno Lobito) who spent a part of his life in Asia and South America.
One of the features of the show is the guest’s selected book list, either travel books or books for travelling. One of them was Siddhartha, most probably one of the books of my life, and soon after I quickly browsed all the story in my mind and felt how was it when I read it I remembered one thing in the book:
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish. And yet it also pleases me and seems right that what is of value and wisdom to one man seems nonsense to another.
And this quote fits so well here.
How does someone who seen, tasted and felt so many different things processes all that information, or even just a part of it, into words?
How can someone who seen, tasted and felt so many different things
transmit that information to an audience who thinks travelling is going to a resort in Punta Cana?