You know inside, when a place is calling you. You know it the sound of the call in the blood, the disturbance)
For me it was here, this ancient city, (he showed me the picture) It was away from all the things we do, To be honest, I never felt anything like I felt in this place. There was another kind of world, other kind of knowledge the one who ran through those walls and through myself. So away so far away in a vertical sense. /(Here we make, science, and fashion, and tech, etc) / But stay one night in that city, and all of yourself sinks in something that outreaches all; a pulse, a flow, a current below everything. The insects sing, the rivers roars, the silence is fulfill with somethings that cannot be captured (the mountain breaths in clouds like a living being). In the nights, there are so many stars that your eyes flood in light, so many lights that the soul outburst in glow older than dust. In the morning, the city sinks in mist, and the other mountains look like giants guarding the sun. In that place you understand things, I understood things, understood the wheres, the hows, the whys, were we belong, you, me, all of us, all this, all of this (he made a gesture signaling all that surrounded us), your money, my life, EVERYTHING. It was too much to take.
(he stopped and took a deep breath) I'm don't know why i'm telling you this. (he made a pause, grabbed the cup and drank a little, and kept talking, now calmer) I guess I need to find a sense to what I felt in that place, in that house man, in those stone walls next to the temple of the condor. It was like a deja-vu. friend, it was like and endless deja-vu