This post will be a travelling post, from one place to another, crossing space, crossing spaces. From one mind to another; from one PC to a Mac; from 001101010010010101 to words, images and feelings. Yes, this post is about travels and travelling experiences. It is about changes. By closing eyes, by closing doors -sometimes of no return. It is about travelling through spaces with music, spices, and people. And it is most of all about moving from place to place, moving inside ourselves thanks to a trip somewhere, elsewhere.

The distance created by our displacement; from our studying room to the kitchen that has to be cleaned, to our boring bed to the park down the stairs, from our city to the nearest mountain or sea, from our country to the Antipodes, between home and university. It is this distance that allows us to be reflective. Reflective on the place we left, reflective on the present place -the place where we are now-, and finally reflective on who we are and where we are at.

This spatial distance is important.
The bigger the change is from one place to another, the more we are able to reflect on different ways.

However when we travel abroad, we can, or not, experience a different reality. That depends on us, only on us.

To do so, to be reflective on ourselves, that is, to know us by knowing Others (things or livings), we need at least two capacities.
The first one is the passibility, the faculty to open ourselves, the ability to let ourselves being penetrated.
Once we have succeeded we can go on with the second which is empathy, or the aptitude to put ourselves at one’s place.

By these two capacities we can achieve an epistemological off center movement. That is, we can find what remains to us.

If we are not able, we can not be inter-related.
If we are not able to open, we are autistic.
If we are not able to open ourselves, we only project our reality.
If we are not able to open ourselves to Others, we refuse to transform ourselves.