"Vagabonds we all are, all without exception. Since the dawn of humanity, it has always been this way, and it will always be so. From the oldest nomadic tribes to today’s tourists, from the raids of marauders to the most recent exploration journeys, the reasons may vary, but wandering remains. On foot or horseback, with wheels, steam, electricity, gasoline, and whatever else will be invented, the means are indifferent; it’s always an eternal wandering. Whether I go to a trattoria or travel around the globe, I will always be on the move. And with me, all animals are on the move, here and there. Our old earth gives us the great example. It’s an instinct, a law of nature. You can be as tired as you want; you must follow it, always follow it… True peace is found only when wandering has come to an end. And this is what everyone eagerly awaits: only they don’t admit it to themselves. Many don’t even realize it. There are some who have traveled the world far and wide and no longer wish to travel, or who are bedridden, or unable to move for other reasons, and then they travel within themselves, with their minds, with their imaginations; they too often go far, far away… But to stay still, no, it’s not possible!” (A. Kubin, L'altra parte, Adelphi, 2006, p. 42)