The love for moving around the world is not a choice, but a necessity to satisfy one’s fate. The traveller just has to move, otherwise he’d feel exceedingly unhappy. Simple as that. To me life spent in the same place is worse than just a wasted chance, but a neglected duty that our own judgement, the earthly and practical version of the catholic one, will condemn severely. Because travelling means to learn and understand with one’s own eyes, without the foggy shades we borrow from sources that become everyday less reliable.