Ok, Hold this thought:
"When you are travelling, you are what you are right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road".
This sentence could show the aim of someone running away from reproaches, disappointings in the look of the people from his past. This someone could use this moving on way of living as an excuse to get rid of the past. To disconnect about pain in the past, of course. Every moment you know someone new, you are who you are, you can show what you want and this new character you meet in your way, probably is going to trust you, if you are not too much fake, if you are faking. Meeting everytime new people, you don’t let the people enough time to know you, people don’t have enough criteria to judge you, or they are not going to have enough time to have confidence and say what they think. Because it is impossible the fact of not having any impression of the people you know.
But against this idea, for me it is completly different the interpretation that I have. Oposite feeling. In my travel, I mean, in the way I am travelling, and I think, with my attitude, I am meeting a lot of people, a lot. Every day. For me it is a pitty that it is difficult sometimes to feel linked with some people that I would like to, this requires time. And of course I have time in the future to develop those relationships, but very often I have to keep moving and I can’t know better the person I have in my side, and I can’t offer more of myself to them. And I really would like to give more from me to some people. I have to keep moving because I have to be in Murcia in September, I want to enjoy my family and then to Barcelona to study. I didn’t tell you, but in two years I will be a better street musician, but with a Master in Biomedical Engineering. Probably studying for the PhD. To be a Doctor in street art. Thanks for giving me this chance Minister of Science and Technology of Spain. uff, I go out of the ride very quickly with this issue.
But holding the rides again, moving all the time, investing energy hitch hiking or sleeping in the middle of nowhere, I am who I am in every moment, with every one I’d say I am different, I’d say because of the energy of the people, or my energy every moment, but every time, I am who I am. If the pitty is I can’t develop my relationships, I have the chance to give everything inside me, in every opportunity, without expecting anything, only for the pleasure to see that being myself I am comfortable, without holding a mask, or playing a character. Not hiding my past. The travel itself might be a filter to meet interesting people. If you can do the same in your day to day, the amount of people you meet is lower. You offer your labyrinth to so many people, that it is logic that some of those people will go inside with pleasure. Oh!! you don’t know about what labyrinth I am talking about… let me tell you a tale I read from Jorge Bucay:
"Since ever he liked enigmas, when he was little he dared in every crossword puzzle, riddle, labyrinth, cryptogram or logic problem found. With more or less success, he dedicated a lot of time in his life, a lot of neurons in his brain, to solve those problems which other people invented. Of course, he wasn’t infallible. In his hands had many problems, too much complicate for him. But for this kind of dilemmas, he always repeated the same sequence, almost ritual: he looked a them for long time, and very often, as an expert as he was, he defined if this problem belonged to the irresolvable group. If this problem was in that group, he breathed deep and then decided if he was going to face the resolution. Then started a frustation stage, because ways without exit, questions without answers, intrincated symbols, unknown words and impredictable approaches started to appear. Long time ago, he felt that he needed to be success in the life, perhaps that was the reason because of which, those enigmas were boring for him, so just after the very first attempt of solving those problems, he was so cosmically desperated, and he quid, speaking ill of the creator of those problems which not even him was able to solve.
Probably, because he got bored very fast with problems, he concluded that there is an enigma in the measure of each one. And only each one, can know which is that measure. So might be perfect if each one could create his own riddles. But inmediatly he realized that this fact would make the riddle without any interest. Because the creator, would know the solution… a little bit playing, and a little bit with the idea of helping other people who like him, enjoyed solving those enigmas, he started to invent those kind of games, with words, numbers, logic and abstract approaching problems. However, his masterpiece was the construction of The Labyrinth. One sunny and calm day, he started to rise walls, brick after brick, in one of the rooms of his huge house, to build a labyrinth in natural scale. The years run, and he shared his riddles and enigmas with his friends, or specialized magazines. But no one knew about the labyrinth. He couldn’t move the labyrinth, it grew and grew up inside his house. He was building it more and more complicated with the time. Almost without noticing it, this labyrinth had more and more ways without exit. That piece of art, was part of his life, every day, he put a brick, closed a path or added a wall, to make more complicated the route. Twenty years later, in the room where he started, there were no more space. The labyrinth started then to take parts of the house, naturally. To go from dormitory to bathroom, you should have eight steps in front, turn left, six more steps, then right, go down the steps, walk two meters, turn right again, jump an obstacle, open a window. To go to the terrace, you should inclinate yourself over an inclinate wall, roll a little bit, go up through the staircase.
Like that slowly, his whole house started to be a natural scale labyrinth. And at the beginning, this fact fullfilled him with satisfaction. It was so enjoyable to walk through those corridors, that sometimes ended in nowhere. Although being himself the creator, it was impossible to remember all the paths. It was a labyrinth on his measure. On his measure. From that moment on, he started to invite a lot of people to his house. To his labyrinth. But even the most enthusiastic ones got, like him with other enigmas, bored. He offered himself to guide them through his house, but after a while, people decided to go out. More or less everyone said the same: it is impossible to live like that. Finally, he couldn’t stand his loneliness, and moved into a house without labyrinths. Where he could receive without problems, all kind of people. However, everytime he met someone he thought that was lucid, he toke this someone to his real home, to his labyrinth. It is the same like with this aviator from The Little Prince, and the close boas, and the open boas, he opened his labyrinth to everyone he considered that was deserved for that high honour. But however, he never found anyone, who wanted to live with him, in that place.”
Well, like that is the life, like that is my travel.
