Non credo sia necessario tradurre queste righe, non avrebbero più lo stesso fascino...
The sky is grey again, when I go down the street I have the impression to have lived five completely identical awakening. But today I am going to France and there is nothing as powerful as hitchhiking to awake the spirit and approach the flow of life. So I reach the entrance of the highway in The Hague and I put my fingers towards the people. It feels strange for me to hitchhike from The Hague, every time I do it, my mind goes back to that day in which I left from this city and I kept hitchhiking till Brazil. Anyway,
today is another story and I am going to France to get two awards I won in a photo-contest in Metz. The first car stopped after just some minutes and drives me just some kilometers further, dropping me on a gas station, direction South.
It is the perfect place for me, in fact just some minutes after I see an interesting man filling with gas the tank of his Citroen DS, a Goodness let’s say, a dream for car lovers. http://thisendlessvoyage.wordpress.com/2010/11/07/on-the-road-hitchhiking-have-never-been-such-a-pleasure/Ps. che autostoppista!!..lascio un commento..