I was born under the star sign of Sagittarius. According to astrologers, all Sagittarians are insatiable travellers, and yes, that is true. We always have a restlessness in our bones, a restive mind, a melancholic longing for a different destination. We always want to be elsewhere, to be drinking other water, hearing other languages, listening to other music. We have a need to travel.
For years, I travelled alone. I sat in old, dark pubs listening to Irish music, in overheated Polish restaurants eating cold borscht, travelled by train with a group of unruly gypsies through the Czech Republic. In the streets of Buenos Aires, I watched beautiful women with smouldering eyes and high heels dancing the tango; flitting over the cobblestones, never putting a foot wrong.
After many years,…
