I listen to a lot of music while I am riding these never-ending buses over here (there are no trains as the tracks were destroyed in the war). So here are some lyrics that hit me particularly hard earlier today:
"I donŽt know what it is that makes me this wanderer...I am tired of this fire that fills up my belly, and even more of this fire that smokes in my eyes. All I want is a moment of peace, peace without boredom."
"I am like a lost ship...lost love and loneliness, memories of your caress, so divine...I wish you were mine, again my dear. Why did you leave me, oh what IŽd give...to sail back to your arms once more."
I think traveling is half about seeing the world and half about seeing yourself apart from the usual clutter that fills up our perception. Maybe by being placed in a strange situation we can learn something interesting about ourselves. That is my hope and prayer at least. If nothing else, all of that time on trains, planes, and buses gives me time to think back on the past.
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