Freedom, according to me, has the smell of the hybrid waiting rooms of airports. [...] Freedom is shaped as an airplane which flies away with you and takes you far from familiar surroundings; the airplane that forces you to compare yourself with others, even the ones who have a different culture and who don't speak the same language as you.

Hitting an airport then, for me, means to attack my inviolable right of being free. Free of flying where my feet cannot take me, free of getting to know things that books will never be able to tell me. It means to prohibit to smell one more time the sweet fragrances of women from Miami, [..], it means trying to force me to the meanness of illiteracy, which is the cause of all the harm existing in the world. An harm so horrendous that, exactly like a mythological monster, asks for continuous tributes of blood to refill in order to live.

The first time I got in a plane I was 36. It was back in November 2009 and until then I lived with the certainty that on those metal things I would have died of scare. But when I heard the roll that introduces the take off, I felt happy like I've never been before. I felt like I was the master of the world, I felt the perfection of freedom.

I didn't have limits anymore: I could have finally seen my favourite painting at the London National Gallery, I could have seen where Audrey Hepburn used to stop for breakfast (on the 5th ave in New York), I could have walked by the Atlantic ocean in February, I could have seen Van Gogh in Amsterdam and the Frick Collection nearby Central Park.

Because in every single airport where I landed and where I took off I left something of myself, exchanging it with something of other people I've crossed path with. Every journey I've done has changed me and, I believe, made me a better person: I learnt the value of matter with people who don't have anything, I learnt the value of appearance with people who have everything. I suspended the judgment and eliminated the expectations, everytime I stepped in a new country of which I've read "everything" but I've known nothing. And I've never been disappointed.

I discovered that beautiful and ugly aren't categories of places but of people that live them. Traveling should be a right of every human being, for this reason everybody who attacks it, is a warrior of illiteracy. We cannot let them win. [...]

I cannot let the harm of the world, the one that would like me to stay out of an airport, out of a stadium, of a train station, or a pub, to make me a lazy, scared and ignorant woman. Because I want to live thousands of lives in one, I want to breathe billions of fragrances, to walk endless roads, and to shake all hands, of every color, that I will meet. And I want to do so with the smile of trust, not with the smirk of scare.

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