From a thought, a journey

When the horizon stares right through you, there is nothing to do.

My path then led me to hike through Europe, Canada, travel elsewhere and physics beyond.


Be it by the always changing ideas in physics or by the repetitive little strides of life, this journey build its own memory from the path.

One evening, in the fascinating country of Kyrgyzstan, horseback journey, which was still only a thought, became grass, rain and ropes. One summer evening, here I was planning thousand of routes in thousand of countries. Thousand of routes where only the steps sing.