St. James Way

7th Hiking Day

Espalion - Today I went to a church in St.-Côme-d'Olt and asked God: what do I do now? I think that was a good question to start with. An important question. You can work with that. It is a crampon in the wall made of grey monotony. It's too early to burn in your heart. But it is a start.

On my way to Golinhac. Today I'm trying to write while I'm walking, which is actually a dangerous thing. But the underground is flat, you can do that. Just met a Japanese couple and had a little small talk. Things you do on the way. I now try to capture the thoughts promptly whenever they come. Let me formulate a few questions: what do I expect from this trip? What do I want to do after that? Are you disappointed? What if the trip doesn't lead anywhere, but - as always - is just nice?

The most important thing is that we all believe in something. That something or someone is out there. No matter how big the doubts are. On the contrary: the greater the doubts, the more human. Faith is what constitutes humanity. Then you feel that there is someone who is just like you. If you don't believe in anything, what are you but a piece of minced meat in the vastness of space?

But so far I haven't met anyone here with whom I immediately felt comfortable. Marzia, Caleb, Georg, Lina. Not until now. It might be ahead, of course, but just not yet.

It kind of feels like work. Certainly, vacation feels different. The cuisine here is simply great. Still, I feel trapped in a foreign country where nobody understands me. I'm also terribly sorry: everywhere you see these old French gaffer. Retirees and again retirees. I just don't feel understood. It is all very terrible. Only the body works somehow properly, as far as I can tell. Everything kind of sucks.