I finally felt myself lifted definitively away on the winds of adventure toward worlds I envisaged would be stranger than they were, into situations I imagined would be much more normal than they turned out to be.

We travel just to travel.

We know the power of the U.S.. We do not fool ourselves about this power. We say that the U.S. government wants us to pay a very high price for this unstable peace we enjoy today. And the price we are in a position to pay is only - comes only to the frontiers of dignity, not beyond.

I now know, by an almost fatalistic conformity with the facts, that my destiny is to travel.

While envisaging the destruction of imperialism, it is necessary to identify its head, which is no other than the United States of America.

What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two: melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land.

I have never considered myself an economist.