{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"Inglês Nu E Cru Rádio","title":"Quando viajamos, renascemos.","html":"","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":397,"description":"Terceira parte do texto que começamos na segunda feira. Se você perdeu os episódios anteriores, volte para escutar. Vale muito a pena, Pico Iyer é incrível e, quem sabe, pode mudar a sua percepção sobre o ato de viajar.\n**http://picoiyerjourneys.com/index.php/2000/03/why-we-travel/\nThere are, of course, great dangers to this, as to every kind of freedom, but the great promise of it is that, traveling, we are born again, and able to return at moments to a younger and a more open kind of self. Traveling is a way to reverse time, to a small extent, and make a day last a year — or at least 45 hours — and traveling is an easy way of surrounding ourselves, as in childhood, with what we cannot understand. Language facilitates this cracking open, for when we go to France, we often migrate to French, and the more childlike self, simple and polite, that speaking a foreign language educes. Even when I’m not speaking pidgin English in Hanoi, I’m simplified in a positive way, and concerned not with expressing myself, but simply making sense.\nSo travel, for many of us, is a quest for not just the unknown, but the unknowing; I, at least, travel in search of an innocent eye that can return me to a more innocent self. I tend to believe more abroad than I do at home (which, though treacherous again, can at least help me to extend my vision), and I tend to be more easily excited abroad, and even kinder. And since no one I meet can “place” me — no one can fix me in my risumi –I can remake myself for better, as well as, of course, for worse (if travel is notoriously a cradle for false identities, it can also, at its best, be a crucible for truer ones). In this way, travel can be a kind of monasticism on the move: On the road, we often live more simply (even when staying in a luxury hotel), with no more possessions than we can carry, and surrendering ourselves to chance.\nThis is what Camus meant when he said that “what gives value to travel is fear” — disruption, in other words, (or...","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/B012EWVvgGY_JFFrrX-rzZwzziibGKCjTrfCXo0pz8Q/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS9zaG93/LzM4Mjg0LzE2NzUw/OTEzMjEtYXJ0d29y/ay5qcGc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}