I always believed that. For me, in fact, those people who feel the urge to come back home after some time away were some kind of a mystery to me. Why be so attached to a specific place when the world is so big and full of other things to see and live? It doesn’t make any sense. Continue reading “Brussels: Home is where your heart is”
The Caffè Nero on Great George Street was completely crowded, so the miracle that I found a free stool by the window was not lost in me. I was feeling pretty lucky that day. I had visited the Trafalgar Square and the London Eye and was sipping hot chocolate with the most beautiful view available: the Big Ben. Continue reading “London and the Big Bang thought”
My eyes were tightly closed while I felt the metallic rumble under my feet. A hundred thousand million people made this ascent before, I kept telling myself like a mantra while feeling a hysterical wave of panic trying to engulf my heart. A hundred thousand million people, maybe more. Don’t panic, please don’t panic. Continue reading “Paris: The view from the top of the Eiffel Tower”
You know it was worth it if you have the travel epiphany. I won’t waste time and space defining it. If you have one, you’ll know it.
So instead I’ll give you an example. I went recently to Milan (Italy) for work. I didn’t want to go (for reasons that don’t fit here and now) and I was more unhappy than I had been in a long time. Then I met people. Some from Brazil, some from Italy, some from the USA, some even from Russia. I opened myself to them, maybe because I wanted so desperately to find some connection that would make me enjoy the place where I was. Continue reading “Milan and the travel epiphany”
A few weeks before I traveled to Berlin with my sister for the weekend, I saw the photo that a former university colleague posted on Facebook. It was the entrance of a concentration camp, and she had subtitled it with the saying: “One of the most disturbing experiences of my life.”
After some research, I discovered that it was the Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp, located fairly close to Berlin (there are several companies that offer daily visits with guides fluent in English and German – the one responsible for our day trip was Insider Tour). I got morbidly excited with the prospect of going there; after all, it is one of the most horrific places created by man. Continue reading “Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp and the horror of being human”