twenty-three hours two minutes and zero of January 31 Duemilaundici
are on the bus that is taking me to Bangkok, it's dark outside and I think something in it hot inside the bus, for some strange reason ingore, there are ten degrees put down ' A maximum air, the lights are low and everyone is asleep.
I I hope not to bother too much with the light kept to a minimum on my mac, I just finished watching the documentary Rebel Wikileaks subtitled in Italian, I think the museum today, the video of American soldiers, and the similarity to a sentence of Assange "What I hate when someone is abusing his power and hits innocent people without any need to do it. "
Julian expresses these words in relation to this video from your site published by the collateral as murder, where a U.S. helicopter patrolling a neighborhood in Baghdad that targeted two journalists after a forgone carrying children to school has stopped Journalists and rescue was also attacked, all with audio recordings of the command that completes the action, I shudder every time I see those pictures and I am ashamed for the "Men" who have made that gesture.
squints from the mac where I now play some music
eleven fifty-nine p.m. of January 31 duemilaundici
surreal at times I find my pilgrimage, especially when traveling in solitary Bus hours spent observing the world go slowly by me, even now, it's dark but the lights illuminate half of a big part of what we touch, I think I would like everyone could see what I see, I think I get my camera to shoot a video, put my hand on the mac to close it and it is virtually frozen by the air conditioning, I also remember that the feet are freezing and the battery is running out, everyone seems sleep at night journey. I look around and think that only pictures can not transfer my emotions now, my analysis never cease, museums, interviews with strangers, shooting at anything that catches my attention, Wikileaks, war, iraq, Cambodia, polpot , cold, heart, hot, intentions, will, strength, love, people, siblings, children, future, humanity, nature, still heart, love, even humanity, especially resistance revolution ... and we hope soon
I have no desire to express nothing, I conclude with another phrase from the documentary seen before, given by Smith struck me and that explains my feelings.
"the point is your vision, you have the idea that companies see what is there and accept it as a gift from God, or see if there is a problem you shake and try to find a solution creative for that problem "
Greetings to the Kingdom of Cambodia, I leave it, carry it in my heart, I return, I promised myself and many others.
A and seventeen of February 1 duemilaundici
is already February and I'm constantly awake, but no longer want to fight this condition, the body is sleeping and waking tired mind that has not peace, I still see miles of trees and half-shadows that pass before my eyes, the temperature in the bus is now acceptable and is now safe to sleep because they feel that many snoring.
I think constantly about how to create a new synergy between all the resources at my disposal and between all the organizations with whom I interact, the consolidation of all my projects in a single mission, not wasting energy.
A crowd moves, I remember it as if I had uttered those words, part of a presentation that told of all the people who move to a better world, something that not everyone knows why the box does not mention it I box I was able to turn it off forever, without ever having had nostalgia ...
Like a river that moves a people resisting, I can imagine why there before my eyes, and try another memory thought that the past should not be told how abused the word humanity, where people do nothing to other men, where every living being, is alive because part of a system.
perhaps beginning to tire he said slowly this text, I struggle to write down this road, maybe it's time to sleep, I close my Mac, and put the iPod to sleep with some music, it makes me feel less alone, though all around me there are a lot of people.
Eight days on my return, I will have much to do but even when I return I prepare to leave.
K
Three hours and forty-five by February 1 duemilaundici
The journey continues by bus, we arrived in Battambang, where we paused to drop some passengers and I used the time to change the seat, seat number eight that I was given is faulty and does not remain stuck in the supine position, I now have two places for me and the situation is much more comfortable, now there should be three hours to get to the border then pet them there will be another stop and I'll have to get a visa Thai.
conceal the shame that is covered, I would have liked a star to fill the landscape.
six forty-five zero hours from February 1 duemilaundici
I wake up suddenly from a nightmare, Then I am a Pet on the border between Cambodia and Thailand, invite us to change buses to get off, I get shaken out of sleep, in short stretches back to me before my eyes the dream / nightmare, tears down my eyes, but I can not stop, I get off the bus and having my bags get on the second bus. Do not even walk a mile and tell us that we must come down again, the awakening has been difficult and in this short stretch I know a couple of Italian pilgrims from three months, they have already seen, I should do, you have to go down to the border cross walk, I start chatting with them and telling a piece of the dream, I think to be visibly shaken and while I'm in line to get out of Cambodia and cancel I think the cambodian visa dream.
\u0026lt;I'm working for my client and we are doing a tour where we interview people, it is to assemble a small set and with me is Stephen mount the lights and mark which oversees not I understand why but at this stage we are alone, I proceed with the installation but the material that has been replaced inspegabilmente is old and weird, but the location is a bit ambiguous, old style thirties with all the tiny spaces, proceed with the latest installations and find out that this interview is to be done to a butcher, then I shall have to do a video to a section of a cow but I have to dissect, I think it is already dead, not the skin and is hanging in front of me a store where they are dissecting another cow and what I see is strange, the sections are filled with hollow areas inside things, I do not understand something, but I understand that the main substance that is cutting it spongy.
perform the cut of the cow in front of me, but at some point is a sigh is still alive, I notice his eyes and nose bleed and seem to beg for mercy, I jumped back and is a panic attack, I look around and I'm all alone, I see only the butcher who laughs and continues her work.
Run away, everything is falling on me, meet Albert who asked me what happens and I call it as I ran I assured him that an operator will come to replace me, I can not continue, that I'm wrong, that the cow is still alive without breathing quickly continuous talking, then meeting a woman disfigured face, I recognize after a while, and Paula and wants to speak with Christian, he was not there before but now it appeared, we are in an airport, I call christian and everything around us disappears again to catapult into a lake, a strange guy shows us cans of biodegradable, explains how they work and launches into the lake, I do note the who left the plastic box attached that is not biodegradable, I turn to him and riconosaco; is the butcher of the first, frame it and close his eyes when the shot widens in front of the cow are still suffering. Panic attack, my legs shake, cry and fall to the ground>
... I wake up with tears in their eyes ... and this is the first time in my life ...
across the border between the two states is large and also houses a casino, added to the immigration office in Thailand, with the Italian guys, I'm holding my bus ticket dl, I read the words several times to warn that whoever loses has to pay the ticket, I put it away and fill out the document to enter and obtain a visa, do I stand in line, I stamped my passport and I start on the path that seems obvious to go to Thailand, I can not help think of the dream, just outside the border, I realize that there is no one who was on the bus with me, try the ticket and disappeared, emptying their pockets, look in the books, but nothing to do.
I decide to go back but you can only to a certain point, I turn right and go where I should go first, perhaps, but there is none and there is no bus, ask for information but nothing trying to sell another bus, then decide take a TukTuk Thai are a bit different, taken for three dollars and take me to the bus station, I pay and go downstairs. Here I make the ticket to Mo Chit in Bangkok, another bus stop, there is the last bus to Chiang Mai, I pay seven U.S. dollars and give me the rest in Bat, new condition, new chapter of my pilgrimage and new money , I get on the bus and I start to write ...
It seems to me that I had emptied a bit, I hope to arrive in time to catch the bus of the nine, Then I know that today I will stop in Bangkok.
Hours nine twenty-five
I realize that the bus is a local and will make all stops to Bangkok, but the situation I do not mind, the dream is fading and no longer agitated, I'm thinking that I preferred Cambodia me think now that I have not known this country, I try to learn from fatigue because here no one speaks English except for one student that goes with her boyfriend, tells me that it takes four hours, amazed I relax and watch the scenery.
Hours Thirteen and ten
Arrival at Mo Chit, the femrata bus is huge, get down and retiring and all requests for tours and taxis, I wonder where the bus to Chiang Mai, I suggest shed away surrounded by other bus and I start walk quietly, I ask again and a look with me at the ticket, unfortunately only accept Bat and I do not have enough, then look for a bank and in the meantime, the bus half past one p.m. part.
quarantadollari Change in twelve hundred bat, I go back to the ticket and I am a bus ticket for the fourteen-thirty, rather, I have time to buy food and drinks, then I start looking for a place where I can upload Mac, but nothing, until a kind lady in the information center gives me the possibility to attack the bench, I wait outside eating peanuts and sunflower seeds.
charging just half an hour I think, on this trip with the mac brightness to the minimum used only for writing has shown me great performances, some five hours of battery life, and when there are only five minutes check if there is a free wireless connection, and I find that I connect to alert all goes well, I reply to an e-mail Martina, I write to Daniel that I see online, it has already returned to Milan from Nepal and then chat with maps that awaits me in Chiang Mai, I suggest not to give more than one hundred tuktuk to go to bat , and warns that the hotel reception, check other mail and then I start the bus.
Currently I am finishing this book and the seven thirty-nine p.m. duemilaundici of February 1, the bus is the most comfortable I've taken so far, they gave us a bottle of water, a sandwich bag ketkup and we just started with a break in "Autogrill" where the meal was included in the ticket, but as usual there was not much vegetarian, but only eggs that had a beautiful color, though I'm not hungry, I teased too much, I conclude this text and try to rest for the last four hours away.
are twenty-four hours that I am traveling by bus.
K
and twenty hours a
I arrived after twenty-nine hours of Bus.
If I do not jump on me again I take a breath from the stories, soon be posting photos and some videos, so there is much also to read back and soon I get home, they'll keep trying to summarize the pilgrimage.
back to visit these pages at the end of this story, it will certainly another.
With love from Chiang Mai, Thailand -
Luca
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