Prelude of a travel

Will I encounter beauty, violence?

Will I not understand?

Will my illusions be matched?

And my fears?

When does a journey begin?

In which precise moment?

When we know of it?

Before? When we had imagined it?

When the airplane takes off?

As soon as the new smell hits us irreparably?

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