‘The life is interminable pilgrimage’, said Peter Vail.
Pilgrimage, travel, wandering – to whom it concerns. Everyone has ‘their own Jerusalem’, ‘their own Mecca’ (not excluding geographical areas Jerusalem and Mecca). The spirit of Pilgrimage does not give us a rest, inducing new wanderings in the search of some cultural spaces, ‘the soul of the native land’. Telling that here our primeval ‘nostalgia of world culture’. And it persists to strive for looking at the skies in the search of the Milky Way or a guiding star which nothing else but  permanent craving to eternity.
The idea of movement is rooted deep within us as a certain genetically memory about wanderings-life. It is like the history of wanderings began long ago – since history of our ancestors Adam and Eve – and it continued in the history of our forefathers and fathers: wanderer Noah with his destiny ark, believer Abraham who started his long journey from Ur to the land of promise, disobedient Jonah – exiled in the whale’s stomach, pathfinder Moses… New Testament is practically started from the road: road to Bethlehem, long way of wise men to the guiding star, the road to Egypt and to Damascus…
Even ancient history is full of wanderings. The list of travelers in the time and in the space hadn’t been full without Aeneas, Theseus and the great wanderer Odysseus-Ulysses.
And now we are following after our predecessors, ‘like Ulysses’, moving to our Ithaca. At any case, ‘where is a skyline, there is sail as a judge’.

Elena Grigorian