Under world roof I

'Travel means  to fight against the routine’s repetition, against complacency and self-justification, against image perception not the sense' 

Body and the human figure in the photograph - Elio Grazioli

The flickering lights of candles during the Chhath festival, the women with their most beautiful saris immersed in the Ganga Sagar waters, the Lumbini campaigns and my daily trips between the fields provided with a crippled bicycle, six hours of transfer Bhairawa to Janakpur perched, with his legs dangling, on the roof of a bus, the game of giant chess in the beautiful village of Bandipur and monumental city of Bhaktapur cluttered put hung out to dry. In Nepal, the sky became my roof, mountains custodians indifferent of my trip.