CAMBODIA

A travel has its real beginning when you do not remember who you are.

Which value can we give to this life?

Looking for you in the country, I finally found you for leaving you going.

Thoughts that are so far from the place where I belong.

But I am here now and I can see your smile.

I understand why you always wnated to escape here. 

Here I pick up my heart and I leave it going in the river next to a lotus flower.

Somehow I believe that you could have gathered it and that you put it in your hair.

Like the ancient sovereigns of Angkor.

A travel that is a quest and that made me discover another part of Asia.

This book is dedicated to my uncle.