A travel book is a nude or not. Is to expose themselves without any shell. In such a long story the author always leaves open flanks. You can't always hide the truth of what one is. If you are pedantic, You will see you pedantic. If you are false, Falseness will be seen. If the emotion is postpone, Everything will be orthopedic. It's the wonderful thing about books, That they say everything about you. And I am an addict to that feeling, To undress me, To tear my skin to you to see the framework of muscles, bones, tendons and feelings. If not, What they give to the books because at the end of the game we will only be the type of the mirror and I and the books that we have written between the two. And if they are not true, So nothing will have made sense.
If not, WHAT TO GIVE THE BOOKS
Nomad's emotion It is my fourth travel book but it is somehow the first. My African adventure book one million stones, With its seven editions and its thousands of copies sold, It is actually a consequence of this. Having become a professional adventurer, The collaborator of TVE and Ambassador of prestigious brands, In the background brings cause of this story The story that I tell in the emotion of the nomad on my trip through Asia and the Middle East when I did not have a single published report is the origin of everything. That is why it was necessary to publish it the last, To understand what the hell has passed since then because everything has happened in such a short time that even today seems like a dream.
Every time I wake up in a new bed, in a different city, every time I hear different sounds than yesterday, I think for a moment that I still have to wake up, that cannot be true ».
I was not so long ago I was a sedentary man of dispatch and gray trade
But it is. I am a nomad. Although it was not always like that. Once, I was not so long ago I was a sedentary man of dispatch and gray trade. I would like to know how to tell my story with loyalty but it is very difficult for me. I search between my scarce possessions and I take a couple of scribbled newspapers with small lyrics, tight and almost indecipherable. They have been traveling with me for a year and a half. I have not yet been able to give these nervous notes fucking to flint feather form of book. ”
These lyrics appear on the first page of the emotion of the nomad, Then in the end I managed to shape it, And at the end I know that there is much more among the tapas than a more or less detailed newspaper of the events that happened to me during the 2009 In an overland tour through France, Italy, Slovenia, Hungary, Ukraine, Russia Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Azerbaiján, Georgia, Turkey, Syria, Jordan, Lebanon, Israel and the Palestinian territories.
What I have achieved is undressing as I had never done before to explain why a cynical guy, biker and drunk who has everything in the material decides to abandon the expensive things that enslave him in the Asian steppe, Believe in the God of the poor and the shepherds and become a pilgrim without a return date. Now I understand it too. I wrote it in my punctuous diary of the 2009. I've only had to dare to reread it.
