life is a travel, an itinerary made of lots of doors to pass through, of new horizons to go beyond, of goals to face. passing a door after another, one often risks not to see the light anymore, to loose the perception of things, to loose the ideals that in the meanwhile turned into unattainable utopias. It is passing the doors of life travel that man finds again the light he thought not to have anymore… he discovers himself again.