A Walking Soul

By Aldo Piazza

Its a trip in duality, materialistic and spiritual. The materialistic side is the trip on the road, the spiritual is inside, in the deepest of the soul, to reach a place called happiness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Dec 30, 2017
• ISBN: 9781504394512

Aldo Piazza

Aldo Piazza was born in Italy in February 21 1971. He has been living in USA from more than 3 years. From the same author of Da me al mondo published in Italy in 2009 and A far universe published in USA in 2013.

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March 24th 2015 Tuesday 8:10am

Catania airport

My journey begins with two goodbyes: first to the woman who has always been on my mind these last few months. When I saw her for the first time at the solarium, all summer and all winter, until now, my day of my departure, she has been on my mind. I don’t know her name because I have never talked to her. I can’t explain why or what continues fascinate to me about her. So goodbye, my sweet lady;I must say goodbye today. Goodbye, my woman of intrigue. I know you only from a certain slight side of your right shoulder. I’d like to call your name and tell you how much you have kept me company during this sad year that has passed; I’d like to hug you only one time and feel your summer warmth and your scent of the sea. But tomorrow, I leave for New York to begin my journey across both my spirit and the USA. I hope to discover my conscience; it is there I want to arrive. We were never born, we will never die. This morning I feel sad: I said goodbye to my ex -wife, Nicoletta. My goal is to live as happily as possible and to live my next life in contentment and satisfaction, far better than now. Second, I said goodbye to my mother, the woman so very important in my life but who has never understood me, yet I, have understood her.

March 25th 2015 Wednesday 7:55am

Malpensa Airport

I have just completed all the bureaucratic formalities, and finally, I’m at the gate, waiting to board at 9:15 am. This marks the beginning of my journey of duality between time and space, body and spirit. I don’t question what will happen; I live the moment now, trying to forget all my useless emotions, and I must find through meditation the right balance, the truth.

March 28th 2015 Saturday 11:10am,

Route 615, New Jersey

My travel began yesterday but I haven’t found time to write until now. My misadventures started on the first day when I arrived at my hostel that didn’t exist! Fortunately, I found a few young adult neighbors of the hostel who helped me find a room by searching on the Internet; so I went to a different hostel and spent one night there. From this first obstacle, I found the usual kindness of Americans, people always ready to provide a helping hand. There was the woman at the food store who let me use her phone for free, and the guys who helped find a room for me. I ended my first day exhausted, yet satisfied. The guys asked everyone if I could remain in their apartment, but one refused, so I moved on appreciating the intentions and the assistance they had provided me.

On my second day, at the new hostel, I put my baggage in storage; I went to the bank where I deposited the euros I had left on my debit card, then went to a REI store to buy a tent and other things necessary for me. I went back to the hostel and decided to go to the G.W. Bridge, to leave Manhattan, and head for New Jersey, but it was just too late, and I couldn’t walk much longer because my backpack was very heavy, in addition to another bag that I had strapped to my chest. I arrived at a certain point but couldn’t find the street because my map did not correspond. It was getting late; a light rain had begun to fall and I had become desperate. Then something happened witch balanced that bad situation. I met a girl in Central Park who asked me if I needed help after asking her if she knew of any hotels near the G.W., I asked if she would allow me to go to her home. Realizing that I had only good intentions, she said I could. So I spent my second night sleeping on the floor in an apartment of a kind stranger. I was grateful, so grateful because I had shelter and was not in the rain. On my third day I again started on