A journey – head in the clouds and heart lost between the skyline and the rising sun. A journey, a rendez-vous, a place of expectations and future memories.
Travelling has a scent of magic, disclosing the world to your eyes, but not the alchemy you create with that place, the legacy you create despite time, distances and the return flight. Travelling is a continuous discovery, I think that there is a special charm when you look at things for the first time, a unique lure.
And then there is my Sicily yet to discover. While flying I observe her: losing myself in daydreams, having the same feeling as when I am just discovering a new place, my waiting enriched by expectations and the awareness that a journey will always be an enrichment, a treasure.
And when I look at her from high up above, I have the impression I can embrace all of her, and I perceive her warmth, her contradictions.
Seneca said that his homeland was the whole world and I think that the whole world has a lot of the concept of homeland as we conceive it, since wherever we are we will always find something smelling of our home.
We are probably born with the desire to share with other humans. We all feel a strong need to share our personal view of the world and of things. And we all feel the core desire to be part of a community, the same community, aggregation of habits and customs reinforcing our perception of “home”, colours and folklore connecting a unique world.
Recently I have had a confirmation of how all this is easily within our range, from the big events like Expo, gathering the world, to the simple manifestations like town festivals, a constant of the world.
Everyone could list examples, so can I, such as this little but convincing example: Giarre – an Italian town in the eastern part of Sicily, a junction between Etna, Taormina and a dive into the sea. In one word: Home, my home. Even a small place can enlarge its boundaries and aggregate.
Text and photos by Silvia la Rosa, September 2015