I did not remember so, ten years ago. Same place, Terminal A of the airport of Brussels, same destination, Milan.  But different conditions. This time is harder.

Because after a year and a half of discussions, planning and estimates, exciting adrenaline takes over, suddenly the emotion, the one that takes your breath away, that prevents you from answering your friend over the phone that says "Good bye, enjoy and have fun, be careful "," how I envy you "...

And you stand, with swollen eyes, unable to answer, wheezing just a" Thank you ... I'll write you... ".

It's the emotion of seeing the tears of my children who greet me in silence, suffering the decision I took.

I leave for China. On my motorbike. For two months.

Ciao my dearest kids, smile to me, because in your eyes I will find the strength to bring to fruition this project.

To come back and tell you some stories about people, landscapes, and maybe give you some of this uncontrollable desire to travel and discover the world and its people