The places were all unknown to me. I arrived there a total stranger.
My mind kept going back to those legends that had enchanted me in the first place. I started my journeys without a clear idea in my mind.
I headed for Dover. Not only because the name itself attracted me as a frontier land, but also because it was the fastest way to the sea. It was cold, foggy and deserted. It was a border no doubt, a boundary. I could see the traces-scars of an unsettled situation. It seemed to me that there was an endless battle going on, right there, between man and nature. I could see the ruins of an ambitious human conquest: huge cement blocks, docks, and seawalls. Constructed landscapes which disappeared with the early tide in the morning mist and then reappeared taking back their usual place.