"I live between ghosts that keep me awake at night. They are more irritating than mosquitos that live in these over-populated places. I have to deal with umidity. Those malevolent beings took my mood and reduced it a thousand times. Thousand in the old continent corresponds to two hundred fifty. I realise that the adaptability of a human being may influence his peace of mind. The one who first adapts better live said Darwin between waste lands full of predators. Mine predators instead, they come out at night. They buzz around my ears and as soon as my mood tries to levitate, they smack it down. And I write and I write and I take notes and the most despicable blow that a human can suffer, it is the loss of sight. The ghosts stay there looking, but I can't see them anymore. I'd rather wait for someone to stand and turn the light on, rather than run towards them". (MERSING 03/09/13)
"I built my dwelling with what mother nature gave me. I have built it swearing against the pain that surrounds us. I spared no expenses, I followed my simple instinct and that inner voice that told me to keep going, despite everything life puts in front of you. I paid a special attention to the details, because I find them essential. I have got carried by the wind, I let the rain crying over me. Now I have a shelter that protects me from everything. A core that can be scratched but not destroyed. Now I have a walking stick that allows me to walk, I have everything a human needs. Now I only have to define what house means: is it a special longed place? Is it a space? A sort of relationship with somewhat or someone? Maybe it is the simple belief of following the right path". (MALACCA 03/09/13)
"It should be only a -see you soon- but even if this is a goodbye I wouldn't care much. The dullness that comes over me is maybe due to this city without soul. Kuala is a parachute that failed to open, the humble mean to reach a goal. Kuala is another tasteless rice plate. You can't even gain a positive judgement but maybe it is better like this. You have been a mouth harp, a ghostbuster and a vampire slayer all together. Now I am ready to turn the page". (KUALA LUMPUR 05/09/13)
"I lost track of time. I lost the sense of direction. For some days I lost the joy of writing but it came back. I was absorbed body and mind in activities aimed to improve my surviving spirit. I was lost in the jungle, I was strolling between corals. The most important thing in my mind was to give an answer to the one and only relevant traveller's question: what am I looking for? And after all these, I came back to civilisation, in the most islamic part of the city". (CAMERON HIGHLANDS/PERHENTIAN ISLANDS 12/10/13)
"Humble and mediocre breath of fresh air. But maybe more genuine than the heaven that surrounds me. You made me feel safe and you repaid my trust. You earned a passing grade that was above your means but under my expectations. You are a practical choice. You are the look that curiously stares at me, cracking a smile that flows into an embarassed laugh as soon as I turn my back on you. You're there looking at me beyond the border Thailand but it isn't time yet, wait and prove yourself strong that the expectations towards you are certainly higher". (KOTA BHARU 12/10/13)
"No matter how much I try to get rid of the laziness that pervades me, once again I show myself to be a comfort-seeker. Moderate comfort but still comfort. Comfort and white washed faces or at worst tanned faces. Comfort of being able to interact with my neighbour, that for someone is not even considered comfort. It could almost be considered as some sort of disguised comfort, but at the end always comfort is. The inner voice stopped barking in the last couple of days, it took a break from me and maybe got trapped between creepers and corals still vivid in the mind. The exterior one instead asked for the food that has been waiting for days, succeeding in pleasing its needs and now lies on the sofa waiting to stand up again. Penang is the first class flight that is waiting on the runway. It is the gate that opens chinatown and the chinese lanterns, the wooden kart hand-pulled, the bargaining of the armenian merchants and the echo of Zacharovic's happy children. Penang is the last but not least stage of a broken Malaysia, broken between the shining doctor Jekyll resorts and the mr.Hyde penthouses. It is a journey for moderate, tireless commuter that bangs from one coast to the other. There is something else though. There is a Borneo that is still virgin, the victim of time and money, with its four-thousand meters above the sea level and its rafflesias, symbol of a certain centuries-old virginity. There would be many other things that are left there to mature, hoping that they will not go bad, things that maybe one day or another I will be able to experience first hand". (PENANG 15/10/13)
