The views that accompany us in these early days of China are very similar to those left in Mongolia: dry steppe and snow-capped mountains, sand and pastures of cattle, vast expanses of land furrowed by paved roads.
There are some small differences that however upset the whole thing. The fields are fenced and the animals live in a situation of “fake freedom”. The skyline is interrupted by continuous pylons and wind turbines: there is not a piece of free horizon. Everywhere there is trash and plastic, lots of plastic. The feeling is that the Earth, all around, is exploited, dusted, and abandoned.
We ride on these incredulous lands, broken and aware, compassionate and trusting, respectful, rebellious. The World is a wonderful place, and it’s worth rebelling, it’s worth fighting, it’s worth living more intensely.
PS. The photo is the exception that confirms the rule. One of the very few incredibly beautiful shots of the last days.
