Seeds of Travel

Every time I talk about my life in India, I’m told I should write a book. Today I will tell just a breath of one year in the Subcontinent, and of what shaped the twenty years that followed. I will not speak of the extreme contrasts that stretch the country, nor of its lacerating poverty, but of a place that profoundly split me: Cape Comorin. It is there that three seas clash, where you are nothing but yourself, with your fleeting and insignificant convictions, emptying out li

In Latakia, there was a bar tucked away in a fragile corner of the world, and I saw it with eyes that still tremble at the memory. There, the sea lowers its voice: the waves, tired of wrestling with the rocks, become gentle caresses, brushing against you as if they have known you forever. The beach lay untouched, hidden from the careless eyes of tourists, and the mornings arrived with a soft breeze; the sun did not burn, but slid across the skin like a promise kept. The bar w