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Almost a year and a half after I left my bicycle in Istanbul and returned home , on March 29 I flew back to Turkey, aiming to close the circle that I had started far back in June …. When Daniele wrote to me for the first time I was traveling back along the Silk Road. He contacted me on Facebook, explaining how much the journey I had undertaken — as well as several other travelers ones — had inspired him and helped him to give birth to his project.
He told me he was a young anthropologist from Campania, eager to promote an alternative use of social media through a path that would have taken him from Naples to Beijing. On foot. On foot?! I considered him just a little more than a half-mad idiot. When I met him, once at home, to introduce him to a friend who could help him with the Chinese visa and he bombarded me with questions and details about what he wanted to do, I discovered an incredibly strong and kind person, who impressed me a lot and instantly became a friend.
No longer a poor idiot, but certainly mad. And not just a half, but pure real mad. On August 1st, while I was experiencing a rebirth in Kos, Daniele left his home. On foot, as he had said, and with a kilos-backpack. Eight months later he is in Istanbul, after a slow journey through Italy and Eastern Europe during which he wrote about stories of people and cultures as only a deeply coloured and poetic soul could be able to do.
The path that he still has in front of him — Turkey, the Caucasus, Central Asia and finally China — seems endless, and honestly makes me reconsider my way of traveling like that of a spoiled child. But everyone has his own way of going and the important thing, after all, is simply to choose never to stop … no matter what kind of journey one decides to start. Now, anyway, after a Turkish coffee and a cay, I will challenge him in a chess game.
