Walking is a ritual that we tend to forget, as busy as we are in running after the latest car with the latest novelty of portable technologies to survive in long lines of traffic that, to speak the truth, who lives in the provice know quite well and very often knows how to avoid. Out of the industry cars that can do almost everything, also the coffee and that stay there, still in the middle of rivers of traffic to warm the environment and pollute the already hot summer air, surrounded by scooters, motorbikes and bikes that gracefullness rocket and walkers with backpacks on their shoulders, a tissue on their face not to breath the pollution and the enchanting face of whom can relax with an ancient gesture, walking. Not just walking to catch a bus, no, walking to recover the inner spirituality, among moments of pure ecstasy to retrack the identity roots of an ancient Europe, that existed well before the demolition of the barriers and the walls between countries, and moments of difficulty to retrace the steps of the Medieval pilgrims that with courage, a bag, a stick and a blessing crossed a continent retracing an ideal walk towards the places of Christianity, Rome, Jerusalem. The road was long and the will strong, but, most of all, in that Europe born in the shade of decaying empires, superstitions, secular power of religious authorities, among ideals and ideas in costant ferment in an imaginary geographical tavern, there was a strong thirst of knowledge and a spirit of adventure a bit crazy, to a contemporary glance, that moved people to act on a big net of roads that lead to holy places ant to the deeper knowledge of the self. The roads of the cammino di Santiago and the Francigene, that nodal net of communication that runs between some of the most breathtaking places of Italian and French provincces, recently recognised by the Council of Europe.
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