“Again the pile of our old suitcases piled up on the sidewalk; A further road awaited us. But whatever, the road is life”. As a teenager, I read over and over Jack Kerouac’s “The Road”. When I went to journey alone for the first time, I felt what was previously unspecified, but attracted me many times to this book. I think I can define it now. It is freedom and joy of learning about other realities that are taking place in parallel with ours.When I travel I am sure to not miss three things — camera, notebook and my hat.My name is Marta, and I am 29 years old. I live…