“Twenty year old guys are builders of thousands of bridges. Sometimes their bridges break in half, sometimes they are fragiles and suspended over the abyss, sometimes they are so long that you never see the end. They build above all where there are no rivers and roads and shores, and those bridges, which to us adults seem so useless, are the most spectacular and colorful. No other age builds so many bridges like them.”(Fabrizio Caramagna)
This weekend, more than any other since we travel, we built bridges. Improvised bridges and desired bridges, bridges of dreams and hopes, bridges of smiles and new friendships, bridges between distant lands and encounters that make us feel at home. Bridges that give Love, bridges made of Love. 🙏
