“His first act, therefore, was the journey. But it that not the case for all reporters? Is not our first thought to go on the road? The road is our source, our vault of treasures, our wealth. Only on the road does the reporter feel like himself, at home.
Such people, while useful, even agreeable, to others, are, if truth be told, frequently unhappy — lonely in fact. Yes, they seek out others and it may even seem to them that in a certain country or city they have managed to find true kindred and fellowship, having come to know and learn about a people, but they wake up one day and feel suddenly that nothing actually binds them to these people, that they can leave here at once.
For all intents and purposes, they do not grow attached to anything, do not put down deep roots. Their empathy is sincere, but superficial. If asked which of the countries they liked best, they are embarassed, they do not know how to answer. Which one? In a certain sense, all of them. There is something compelling about each. To which country would they like to return once more? Again, embarassment. They had never asked themselves such a question. The one certainty is that they would like to be back on the road, going somewhere. To be on their way again — that is the dream.”
Travels with Herodotus, Ryzard Kapucinksi