Mediterraneo

In times like these, escape is the only way to stay alive and keep dreaming.
(H. Laborit – Mediterraneo, 1991)

The occasional short trips, necessary to get away from the madness of the modern life, often take me to the Adriatic islands. Intoxicated with the sun, blue sea, scenes and smells of the Mediterranean, the comprehension becomes deeper, and the daily rhythm becomes slower, more human, forcing me to vainly hope to remain forever somewhere on one of the thousands of Adriatic islands with which I fell in love long time ago, when I served in the Navy.