„For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake.

The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly;

to come down off this feather-bed of civilization, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints.“


(Robert Louis Stevenson: Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes)

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