A Prison Trip in Milan
I’ve realized, every time I did something I was afraid of, the outcome was always great. Like when I lost my passport in Stockholm en route to Barcelona , and when I was about to go to prison in Milan ― I didn’t mean it like it sounds, or like it reads. Let me explain... When I wrote Tour Away , I mentioned that the man I was looking for worked at InGalera in Milan, but what I didn’t mention was, InGalera was a restaurant inside the prison. I know it’s unheard of, but it’s true. They try to reform their prisoners by teaching them skills and giving them jobs. In galera, in English, means “in jail.” If you didn’t know it was a prison, you wouldn’t believe it. The restaurant interior looks nice and elegant. The prisoners are dressed formally and they look professional. But I knew it was in prison, that’s why I was afraid. Although in the end, the result of my trip turned out to be unimaginable, more than I could ever hope for. No wonder Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “Always do