"Pictures from Italy" - Charles Dickens
by Alessanda Catania
The rapid and unbroken succession of novelties that had passed before me, came back like a half-formed dreams; and a crowd of objects wandered in the greatest confusion thrugh my mind, as I travelled on, by a solitary road. In short, I had that incoherent but delightful jumble in my brain, which travellers ar apt to have, and are indolently willing to encourage. "Pictures from Italy" by Charles Dickens
Dickens is a keen observer of the reality he live; he walks through city streets and endlessly records what he sees in a sort of visual catalogue of memories. He is interested in what is natural and true, fascinated with the act of seeing.
This is mostly what I myself do while I’m travelling, more true since I travel in a small area, catching every breath, every light, every detail, recording everything with my eyes and my senses and transferring them into emotions. While Dickens detaches from the interaction with local people, I go deep into it, to catch the reality with their eyes and let it mix freely with mine to get that “ incoherent but delightful jumble in my brain”, as Dickens writes, which is the essence of his travelling experience and mine, too.