When we decided to travel, take some bags and get there one other memory, we feel that a part of us, a thousandth part is lagging in the place where we start, here, in this place, at this moment the odyssey begins, the eternal question than it will be later, which will represent the journey and how you will stay in our lives.

Perhaps the traveler, before embarking on his journey not think much about these things, all this comes to mind when through the fogged glass of any airport family farewell with tears in his eyes and his friends waving the victorious fist, looking as the traveler is moving slowly but surely to the departure lounge, where to get on the plane all the memories remain latent, browsing around, permeating other guests, some used, others farewells, others to the meeting (ie, without knowing perhaps, that return is one of the hardest parts of the trip).

For a moment I think about migrating butterflies in Roma voyages, the trams, on the railroad, on the plane, the compass, on the road, in exile, in no return, on the run, in the luggage on the ship that is lost in the vast sea ends and sometimes eaten in the jungle, in the infinite road on humpback whales in the Magdalena River crossings, finally, the displacement in the move to another place, another unexplored site, according to RAE: Transfer made ​​of one part by air, sea or land, or: Go anywhere, even if not day, especially when carrying a load.

Maybe that's why we travel, because we have loads, and travel means we get rid of them, set them aside, throw them into the sea, to hide in the jungle, let fowl on ship engines, always seeking ways to let that go and start somewhere else, where nobody knows us, where all are strangers and can freely start from scratch.

I think touring enclosing different codes, self-imposed exile, rootlessness, being away from what we love and miss, as if memory was that old book that closes for a moment as we move opens up, the pages turn, one after another, like birds, birds that follow that course that we sometimes forget