"It means that one must die a little... Of a splintered spirit, of a wrench chosen by the mind and which the heart chooses to ignore. To leave for a mythical continent with nothing but your hopeladen suitcases. America... the unknow land, a continent devoured by the dream of static emigrants, bringing to mind untrodden land, empty spaces, like a blank page on which - if you are prepared to get up and go - you can carefully and light heartedly rewrite your life."