Leaving t/s Constantia and Shetland in the morning of July 23, 2011. A day-and-night’s stopover in Norway; where, the day before, one man’s loneliness and fear had turned him into a cowardly mass murderer. And where – that day and afterwards – millions rejected to be ruled by that fear.
Sites are real, therefore passages exist. Languages are real, therefore translations exist.
My heartland is my body and its history of moments; my people are those who – although constantly erring, like myself – believe in love and respect.
One heaven. One earth.