It's a story of absence, memories of absence. No matter the color of your passport, there is the land of birth and the land of becoming.

It's a story of absence, memories of absence The question isn't 'Why did he leave ?' But 'why didn't he stay ?' Travelling isn't approaching a destination but the dream you put in your luggage. 'He doesn't know where he should get off, he only knows it's a first class film travel'