In 2010, in no small part inspired by having read Satish Kumar’s No Destination, I walked from England to Istanbul. I learned a lot about myself and about the world that year; but now that 10 years have passed, what has really stayed with me are the many kindnesses that I was shown along the way. A free loaf handed to me by a baker; an invitation to lunch by people I had only just met; the offer of a bed in a stranger’s house. When I was far from home, often weary, often hungry, such kindnesses weren’t just memorable moments on the journey. They were essential.
I returned home fired by a ...
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