When we do not really know where the boat comes from, where it is going, what is the meaning of the wind that arises, of the clouds that are gathering, of the rain that is running off or of the thunder that is rumbling…

When the wounds of the voyage weaken our strength, challenge our courage or leave deep scars, there is always the memory, the look of those who are for us voices engraved in our hearts: in the middle of the storm, then, astonished at ourselves, marvelling at our difficult and long journey, we could also whisper in surprise, in order to get used to letting ourselves be surprised beyond our despairs and beyond our expectations.