A small world

It will be what it will be, but 2016 has brought me a small, small world. I arrived at the end of the year with a kind of boulder on my shoulder, a kind of grey cloud silently following me.

I pushed it away by blowing.

And now I am here, facing a small world, but without borders and all so equal that not even land and sea.

Happy 2017.

Ah, the small world in the photo is inside Turin airport, at Caselle, on the departures side.