Recently I watched long time wanted Bertolucci’s “Under the Sheltering Sky” movie.

I was told about it many years ago but I couldn’t find. I randomly came on it couple days ago. I’ve to say that’s very powerful movie. Once I finished watching it I wanted to run away to North Africa, Marrakesh, Casablanca, the Great Sahara…

The lines of the movie:
What is the difference between a tourist and a traveler? “A tourist thinks about coming back home wherever he goes. A traveler may even not come back…”

Oh boy, I really feel the difference. I finally found a way to express it…

«No one of us knows the day he dies. That’s why nobody realizes how short life is. Nobody realizes that we can do so many things in this life but often we do not have enough time… Can each of us remember his childhood? Well, there are several episodes that somehow stuck in memory. How many of them are there? Four or five, maybe. How many times did you see the moon appearing in the sky? I guess, at least twenty times… IT ONLY SEEMS THAT LIFE IS ENDLESS”

Damn.............