Traveling to Ithaca
If I were to go by images on social networks, the work of work is to see a holiday of travel. I sit in a café in Alexandria, even in Egypt, 1 May is a national holiday. The most traffic veins of Alexandria along the coast rope from people, families with children who sit by the sea and eat, groups of young women who are giggling and viewing passers -by …
I tucked into a travel bag Collected songs the Greek poet Constantinosa Kavafisawho immortalized Alexandria and its mysterious layers. This time I finally visited his home, which has been changed into a small museum. He was probably the only modern poet who wrote about Ptolema’s Alexandria, writing about eroticism, because despite the then very open society in this city, he had to hide his homosexuality as Greek, writing about traveling in time …
For me, writing, like reading, is always a journey. “The journey existed before the borders were outlined and the lands were bounded. The trip is an old pain, as a feeling that he would leave everything behind and go, « said Igor Bratoz, Iraqi writer Rent Wali, who had fled to Germany after a prison during the Sadam regime. The writers had to travel to write. Gogol is The dead souls wrote in Rome, James Joyce is his own Odyssey, Streets on the streets of Dublin, wrote in Trieste, Gabriel García Márquez One hundred years of solitude Not in the native Colombia, but in Ciudad de Méxic. Lawrence Durrell I had to do right, to Alexandria to write a novel Alexandria Quartet, in which Kavafisa named the « blue old man. » But Kavafis didn’t like to travel. He spent seven decades in his hometown and traveled only in his imagination.
Through the door of the old cafe, a stray cat gets to the chair where I put the book Kavafis’s poetry in translation Dragice Fabjan Andritsakos. I open a book, song Ithaca. “When you go on a trip to Ithaca, you want the path to be a long, full adventure full of insights.” All our travels are probably traveling to our own Ithaca, towards the island, which we feel as our home. It’s about returning home, to yourself.
