Books. They were my greatest friends, because there is nothing better than traveling with someone who already took the same way, who tells you how it was to compare, to catch a scent which is not there anymore, or which is not yet there […] it is my hope that in fifty, or a hundred years, someone finds by chance one of my books among remainders or in an old library and, not knowing who I was…starts reading and recognizes me, recognizes a feeling, something that he lived in that same country. In that moment I will live a small moment of eternity.