Last Friday, I went and bought a travel guide. Now, at home, I page through it. Great stuff in there. But now come the questions: How much time do I take where, what do I actually want so see? If I stop to look at everything that interests me along my Europastrasse, I’ll need at least a year! A series of thoughts unfurls itself.
But then, clarity returns: I want to see the road, observe it, read the traces people have left behind. That, I think, is worth seeing! Which brings me to the very essence of a road: road means motion. A road isn’t a place for staying in one place, I think to myself.
So with that in mind, I’m getting ready to spend the next few months on the move. Guidebook maps are bad in that they lead you past what’s really interesting.