“I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.”
- Robert Louis Stevenson -



Sometimes I need to travel, purely travel.
Where doesn’t really matter. It’s a feeling that grows and grows within me, it boils until I feel the urge to go. It is a phisical need I have for travel. It’s like resetting my mind and perspective on things. It is like psyco therapy. I need to go because I feel if I stay I will be absorbed by “my world” and will lose curiosity to experience and discover out there.

Then I pick up a place and it is all about the journey, wherever I end up is ok and what awaits me between the beginning and the end is amazing.

I was going to Armenia for a story on the life of armenian along the turkish border but first I needed to do something with no plans. No stories, no ideas, nothing. Just travelling and take pictures, recording my feelings and memories on the camera. And travelling by train was the right thing. Outside going on the movie of life.

This journey is about the link between the gate to the west world - Istabul - and the core of Islam - Teheran. Four days on the train, non stop through lands and cultures, like a spaceman on mars.
These are my visual notes.