Crossroads of languages, ethnicities, customs, habits, practices, and styles. Mixtures of skin ready to mix with others different from themselves, crossing the limits and difficulties that day by day would like to stop us to our usual post of always, surrounded by useless objects that with pretext become different. They do not conform to us, transforming us into true and real city machines.
Exactly at this point one begins to perceive more strongly the desire to find oneself anew, and to do so the only road to take is always the same; to travel. The moment has arrived; now you can do it too!