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  • A mountain road between Bosnia and Serbia.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..<br />
<br />
I get away, I run, I go. I greet everybody and go.<br />
Where? Alone? With whome?<br />
Which faces I will meet on the way?<br />
It will be cold, it will be hot?<br />
There will be the sea or the countryside?<br />
Too many questions. If don’t start now, without thinking about it, maybe I will not ever again.<br />
I saw trains passed. I dreamed with my head pointed up, where there was flying a plane. Where it were going? It didn’t matter.<br />
The idea to leave was enough, because I was in jail, because every things around me was looked and could not find escape routes.<br />
Yes, I want to travel. At the risk of finding myself imprisoned in a shabby suburb in Krakow, or blocked by the cold inside a house in London.<br />
I want to travel, go, jump on a train or on a plane and take the fear away with me.<br />
Why this exact moment is now or never.<br />
Because even in the worst, most wretched places in the world to find you the look of a girl, a bird in flight, steal a conversation on the phone. And I have something to tell. To myself, to others. I can raise my head and say, “I’ve been there, I saw, I heard.”<br />
And now I’m travelling. My train runs on a line of shadow, hidden from the eyes of the world.<br />
I will stay just the time that i will need. Time to take a breath. The time that the eyes devour that portion of the light that is called “world”.<br />
The time to be myself, to the end, at least once in their lifetime.<br />
Before of put a good dress, get out of the shadow line and let me wet from light.<br />
Before finding my best smile and say, “Here I am. I am here.
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  • a train crossed a land near a basketball camp.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..<br />
<br />
I get away, I run, I go. I greet everybody and go.<br />
Where? Alone? With whome?<br />
Which faces I will meet on the way?<br />
It will be cold, it will be hot?<br />
There will be the sea or the countryside?<br />
Too many questions. If don’t start now, without thinking about it, maybe I will not ever again.<br />
I saw trains passed. I dreamed with my head pointed up, where there was flying a plane. Where it were going? It didn’t matter.<br />
The idea to leave was enough, because I was in jail, because every things around me was looked and could not find escape routes.<br />
Yes, I want to travel. At the risk of finding myself imprisoned in a shabby suburb in Krakow, or blocked by the cold inside a house in London.<br />
I want to travel, go, jump on a train or on a plane and take the fear away with me.<br />
Why this exact moment is now or never.<br />
Because even in the worst, most wretched places in the world to find you the look of a girl, a bird in flight, steal a conversation on the phone. And I have something to tell. To myself, to others. I can raise my head and say, “I’ve been there, I saw, I heard.”<br />
And now I’m travelling. My train runs on a line of shadow, hidden from the eyes of the world.<br />
I will stay just the time that i will need. Time to take a breath. The time that the eyes devour that portion of the light that is called “world”.<br />
The time to be myself, to the end, at least once in their lifetime.<br />
Before of put a good dress, get out of the shadow line and let me wet from light.<br />
Before finding my best smile and say, “Here I am. I am here.
    002.jpg
  • a plane seen through a grille.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    003.jpg
  • from the roof af a house.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    004.jpg
  • a warehouse trains.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    005.jpg
  • woman.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    006.JPG
  • abandoned trucks.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    007.jpg
  • fog in a park.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    008.JPG
  • a tombstone in Montenegro.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    009.jpg
  • a snowy meadowland with building.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    010.JPG
  • a Garibaldi statue in a park.The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    011.jpg
  • car seen behind a snowy window.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    012.jpg
  • a man smoke a cigarette wathing tv<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    013.JPG
  • a woman walking on a bridge.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    014.jpg
  • roulotte in a camp.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    015.JPG
  • a woman in front a city map
    016.jpg
  • a man walk in a city^.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    017.jpg
  • bird.The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    018.jpg
  • a girl walk in a city.The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    019.jpg
  • land outside city.The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    020.JPG
  • a girl speaks to mobile phone.The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..
    021.jpg
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