Algeciras, Spain - The Childhood Dream

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An article about the difficulties and rewards of catching a childhood dream.

Submitted: October 15, 2016

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Submitted: October 15, 2016



It feels like the ending of time. Confronting a childhood dream. Of countless adventures in far-off lands. But it has been a period of great testing. Testing myself against the hard conditions of the traveller spirit. It has been really hard: The culture shock of merging with the African/Spanish culture in Algeciras, Spain. Thinking of new adventures in Tangier, Morocco. Just standing at the roof top of my hostel watching dreams pass me by. And earlier, looking out to the sea to watch the plateau of Gibraltar in front of me. 
Was this how Friedrich Nietzsche pictured the over-man?
I’m not entirely sure but this was surely how it felt. The over-man was all about independence and originality. To die from conformity to create his/her own values. Finding happiness. But the over-man overcame the struggle and ended as a sparkling child. This power is not mine yet. I’m too exhausted and I’m taking a ferry to Tangier-Med in two days.
I’m not only thinking about the current day. I’m thinking about the historical richness of Algeciras and the ocean close by. Gibraltar always was a strategic place. The one controlling Gibraltar controlled the traffic of the entire Mediterranean Sea. A place with historical battles between British and Spanish naval forces. 
There are Moroccan people on the streets of Algeciras sharing place with Spaniards. Some of them looking poor, others looking quite threatening. I slept outside one night close to the harbour but as rain started to pour down I had to seek shelter in a hostel.
The journey started quite easy in Seville but got harder in time. This was due to the heavy load of enlightenment. One tends to think too much on these trips and new places is a real test for the conscious/subconscious mind. The danger of catching a childhood dream. Not the real dangers but the imaginary ones. The fear is the fear of enlightenment. I had to end this mode of thinking/being and take care of my physical body instead.
This story of mine is almost perfectly described in my novella Perspectives which I wrote half a year ago in Sweden. The quest of the reckless dreamer that was into old myths but always was questioned and put down.
That is the baggage. The task for the coming over-man (To use Nietzsche’s own terms). The fears are the imaginary fears. The things one heard about from family, school and the media. To put these fears behind one really has to fight for it. The longer I travel the more I have come to see the truth of this. It’s one thing to sleep tight in a safe hostel. Another thing to go on completely by oneself in new terrain. All old baggage comes to the surface.
But I think experience will change this in time.
My greatest insight on this journey this far was that one has to end thinking about nightmare scenarios. One has to accept that one will never get the final answers. Instead one has to assume an attitude of no-care within oneself.
If I ever would give new travellers an advice it would be to start with a short journey not long away from home at first. Going away from home a couple of days, then a week, then an entire month. Getting true life experience. The burden of conditioning is just too large to start out completely reckless. And the greatest nightmare is to confront the childhood dream. As one is feeling the strain from within wanting escape.

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