one more for the road

Further to the circumnavigator discussion of this book -

‘I have realized that an exile has no place anywhere, because there is no place, because the place where we started to dream, where we discovered the natural world around us, read our first book, loved for the first time, is always the world of our dreams. In exile one is nothing but a ghost, the shadow of someone who never achieves full reality. I ceased to exist when I went into exile; I
started to run away from myself.’

Before Night Falls - Reinaldo Arenas