THE NORTH CAPE

At the North Cape, basically, there is nothing.

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There’s only a symbolic icon, the Globe, where the tourists who arrive there love to take pictures. It's cold, there's a thick fog and, after a few minutes, a cold and sharp rain starts to fall from the sky. It's eight o'clock in the evening and the atmosphere seems that of a sad winter afternoon in Milan: the white and monotonous light of the sky is interrupted only by the silhouette of the Globe and the few tourists who have chosen this day to visit the North Cape.

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Three years ago, in 2018, when I began researching about the trip to the edge of Europe, I told myself that the day I would get to skim that Globe would have to come as soon as possible.

I had put a dream in my head that was gradually becoming a real goal. 

I had to wait for the right moment and defy a risky situation in order to be able to leave.

Finally, in the late evening of 31 July, I climbed the steps leading up to the Globe and rested my back on them.

A few tears flowed down, of joy and satisfaction.

Joy for having realized a dream, satisfaction for having shared it and made it possible together with the people who accompanied me.

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There’s nothing at the North Cape, and that Globe is not even the "real" North Cape.

A few kilometers away there is a promontory, the northernmost point of Europe, where, closed in a box, there is a book that collects the signatures of people who have had the privilege of seeing with their own eyes the exact point where Europe ends and the Earth turns upside down towards the other Pole.

If you look ahead, beyond that point, you see a boundless sea that makes you lose your sense of direction for a few moments. 

At the North Cape there is nothing, there are no beaches (actually there are, but they are very different from the concept of beach we are used to), you cannot swim in the sea, there are no monuments, there are no places to have fun. 

At the North Cape there is nothing, but perhaps, on that promontory, are concentrated the hopes, ambitions and goals of people who believe in something, who love challenges, who want to see rewarded a journey of endless miles with the mere idea of having reached those coordinates. 

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At the North Cape there is nothing, and if you get there by plane or with the wrong spirit, you will have the proof. You will find nothing. You'll touch the Globe and get your picture taken, but you'll come home disappointed and cold. Because at the North Cape what counts is not to get there, but how you got there. It's simply a pretext, an excuse to leave and appreciate what is usually overlooked in a trip. My name is written in that book, and I got to see Europe come to an end. I did so after leaving my home and crossing the continent with my car and my friends.

I've learned a lot and come home with a new, richer soul.

And that is the main goal of a Journey.

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