A man who knows neither how to travel nor how to keep a journal has put together this travel journal. But at the moment of signing he is suddenly afraid. So he casts the first stone. Here.
He who knows how to shave the razor, will know how to erase the eraser.
He who hides his madman, dies voiceless.
He who doesn't know anger doesn't know anything. He doesn't know the immediate.
It is preferable not to travel with a dead man.
The bird's delirium does not interest the trees.