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.