This isnÝt a tale of heroics, nor is it merely some kind of Űcynical accountÝ; it isnÝt meant to be, at least. ItÝs a chunk of two lives running parallel for a while, with common aspirations and similar dreams.
We look like outlaws inspiring admiration everywhere we go. WeÝve left civilization behind and we are much closer to the land.
A revolution without guns? It would never work.
The deeper we go into the Andes the more indigenous people we encounter, who are homeless in their own land. All across our own land.
What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love for the open road.
How is it possible to feel nostalgia for a world I never knew?
You gotta fight for every breath and tell death to go to hell.
Are you talking to the motorcycle again?
What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two; melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land.
Even though we are too insignificant to be spokesmen for such a noble cause, we believe, and this journey has only confirmed this belief, that the division of American into unstable and illusory nations is a complete fiction. We are one single mestizo race from Mexico to the Magellan Straits. And so, in an attempt to free ourselves from narrow minded provincialism, I propose a toast to Peru and to a united America.
Wandering around our America has changed me more than I thought. I am not me any more. At least I'm not the same me I was.
Me, I'm not the same me, at least not the same spiritual me.
"I knew that when the great guiding spirit cleaves humanity into two antagonistic halves, I will be with the people" ~ Ernesto 'Ch╚' Guevara
"What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two; melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land" ~ Ernesto 'Ch╚' Guevara
"All of them, all those who canÝt adapt ˝ you and I, for instance ˝ will die cursing the power which they helped bring about with often enormous sacrifices. Revolution is impersonal, so it will take their lives and even use their memory as an example or as an instrument to control the young people coming after themÍyou will die with your fist clenched and your jaw tense, the perfect manifestation of hatred and struggle, because you arenÝt a symbol (some inanimate example), you are an authentic member of the society to be destroyed; the spirit of the beehive speaks through your mouth and moves through your actions. You are as useful as I am, but you donÝt realize how useful your contribution is to the society that sacrifices you."