中充满了泪水。40年来的第一次，我体会到了什么叫完整。
A place where I had never expected to find myself： the ancient city of Philippopolis； capital of Thrace。 A well preserved amphitheatre； golden in the morning sun。
All alone； I look around： Row upon row of concentric stone circles divided into equal sectors。 Lines radiating – some reaching for infinity； others anchored by the transversal of the stage。 Light and shadow playing over a balanced blend of growth； reality and potential。
Hovering somewhere near the centre of the circle； I try to work out why it all seems so familiar。 Like being back in my very own landscape。 Though I know that I have never been in Thrace before。 Not in this life – or any other。
No – it’s not the location； it’s the configuration。 The geometric concept that produced the amphitheatre： a Greek marriage of structure and drama； perfectly arranged。
Ever since it first entered my consciousness – whenever that may have been – this figure has persisted as my guiding star。 The ideal I always reached for。 Definition of my aims。 It led to architecture； theatre； astrology； conditioned every word I wrote。
The essence of my mind in three dimensions； graphically depicted by the amphitheatre。 It took a long time to arrive at that picture。 But it was worth waiting for。
I am a transnational。 One of those people who leave their country of origin； sacrifice the security of birth right； give up an established identity honed by background and education。
All for the dubious pleasure of starting anew； unconditioned； unencumbered； naked as the day you were born； even at the price of being relegated to the bottom rung of the social ladder。 Everyone； down to the beggar in the street – provided he is in his own country – is better placed th
