All right, it’s time to go now. Still can see the Arno river from above, it’s down in the abyss. But soon it will part from this road. I can see the highway and the railroad on the other side of the abyss.
Looking down to the abyss, I just realize that I am not “fording springs”, I am not “crossing forests”.
I AM WALKING ON A ROAD !!!
Damn f**king shit!
I remember one time I rode my motorino for 150 kilometers in Vietnam to find an old peasant woman that I'd read about in newspaper. I didn’t have the exact address, I just knew the name of the area. But I did find her. I still remember being scared of the sight of the highway at that time. I don’t know where I found the courage to do that. But then she was not like the person that I had imagined and expected to see. Yet it was fine. Then I rode 150 kilometers back. All in one day, it was a Sunday too. And I didn’t tell anybody about that, before and after the trip...
I am thirsty more often.
Hope I can buy some water in the next town.
Passing a tree full of small red fruits. Pick one and eat.
Hope it’s not wild and poisonous.
It’s like wild plum.
I see a hen. She is wandering around. There are cylindrical haystacks.
There’s another hen.
It looks peaceful.
It’s a peaceful life, before going to a soup pot…haha…
I turn back shortly to take picture of that.