White church and black hats
“The wise man, as the proverb says, is late for a fray, but not for a feast.” “To war and battle, as they say, long preparations, Socrates!”
I hope that those few readers who continue to read these notes dedicated to my motorcycle trip from Kyiv to Grossglockner still remember where this trip began. More precisely, it still begins because I am sitting in the McDonald’s on the ring road, thinking about various things that are irrelevant to the trip. But who knows Watson, who knows?
For now, it’s time to get down to practical and concrete things like riding a motorcycle from point A to point B. The time for empty chatter is over! Forward! (I hope someone else remembers this word “Forward” as a password from the novel “Three Musketeers”).
Well, I am on my way to a town that was founded a thousand years ago (the date of foundation is 1032 AD). The founder of the town was the medieval father-in-law of all Europe – Prince Yaroslav the Wise.
This is the Way as mandalorians say. Aristotle, exploring the nature of the soul, primarily considered the movement. Well, the unconditional craving of a person for a motorcycle can be explained by the movement of the soul only.
All these people (young and old, poor and rich, having cars and without cars and so on), driven by an inner intention that arises in their souls, strive not only to buy a motorcycle, but also to ride one.