A White Page

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The answer has always been: because I love it! so... for myself. I confess a slightly autistic note here, but I'm happy to see someone actually read what I write. And I decided to write in English, that isn't my language, to be understood by a larger number of readers. In the end I care.
Cycling, mountaineering or travels... the subject of the story has always be a pretext. I firmly believe that novel is dead, and in the autonomous, indipendent value of written language: a text is a text is a text. When I forgot it, and wrote something useful - like a 'trekking itinerary' or a 'race summary' - afterwards I felt disconforted. For a while I found amusing the challenge of writing in a hurry: ten minutes after the finish of the race, one day after the end of the travel. It was amusing in fact. True art has always been a self imposed challenge against self imposed obstacles.
The hardest challenge is probably the lack of obstacles: plenty of time, a free form, a free subject.
Yeah... I'm being lazy. But laziness - even boredom - is the premiss of creation: you must feel eager and compelled to write something great. That's why I waited so long.
I'm back from Nepal since more or less one week, and I have been delightfully idle. I distractly checked my pictures - mostly on the phone as I fell and broke the lens of my costy camera- and put my papers in order: permit, tikets, diary. My memories are in order already. I wonder why the are so much in order. Not a thrill, not a tear... And yet we did remarkable things!
We spent one week in Kathmandu, completed the Manaslu Circuit trekking in twelve days, dilapidated money in Pokhara paragliding and eating by Moon Dancer every night. I saw the Manaslu closer but definitely cloudy. I crossed Larke Pass (5106 m) in five hours (from Dharmasala to Bhimtang) - for me an outstanding performance - I deepened in the magic of the Nepali culture. I felt at home.
Now I'm wondering how I'm going to tell this story, and I don't feel like to follow the usual path. I have some ideas here in my mind, let's see: let's play with words again...
Ah yep: I cut my hair short. And purple.

August 2018
6-7 Train to Rome. Flight to Doha. Flight to Kathmandu.
8 Kathandu: Durbar Square and Monkeys Temple with Jaya.
9 Kathmandu: Pashupatinath and Boudhanath with Jaya. Son rent a bike by Gravity Nepal and rode his way back from Patan to Thamel.
10 Patan Durbar Square with Jaya. Son went cycling with Shyam Limbu by Gravity Nepal.
11 Conference about "Marxism and Mundhum" with Geelu Ratos (Ganesh Kumar Rai) in Lalitpur.
12 Bus (...) to Arughat 
13 On foot to Lapubesi
14 On foot to Khorlabesi
15 On foot to Jagat: start of the Manaslu Circuit trekking
16 Dang
17 Ghap
18 Lho
19 Samagao
20 Samdo
21 Dharmasala: last bivouac before Larke Pass.
22 Bhimtang
23 Goa
24 Tal
25 Jeep to Besisahar and bus to Pokhara
26 Pokhara: World Peace Pagoda, Devi's Fall and Gupteshwor Mahadev Cave
27 Pokhara: Paragliding and International Museum of Mountain
28 Bus to Kathmndu
29 Kathmandu: gifts shopping
30 Flight to Doha. Flight to Rome.
31 Train to Civitavecchia. Train to Forte dei Marmi.

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