Every place is a goldmine. You have only to give yourself time, seat in a teahouse watching the passes by, stand in a korner of a market, go for a haircut.
You pick up a thread, a word, a meeting, a friend of a friend of someone you have just met, an soon the most insipid, most insignificant place become a mirror of the world, a window of a life, a theathre of humanity.
" A fortune teller teller told me" Terzani
Llibre que m,ha acompanyat els dos ultims mesos de viatge.
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