Leaving Italy to move to Japan by motorcycle is not something you decide from morning to night. In fact, I decided from night to morning, one of those nights when you can not sleep, you know? Why “Asia”? As the quotation marks says, mostly is Terzani’s fault, who has opened a window to a not well known world, but with that strong flavor of a “world that no longer exists”. Need to escape, curiosity, desire to prove myself what I was able to do, this did the rest. On the fateful day, however, my only desire was not to leave! I was really on the worst mood! ...I knew that sitting on the black saddle would have meant saying goodbye indefinitely to family, friends, work, familiar places. Unluckily I told to too many people about my plan to be able to seriously give up, and so I really had to start my trip! The asphalt begins to hiss at a span from boots, while I curse myself for wanting to do this stupid stunt. To further discourage my enthusiasm, the first 1500km were so wet that I was doing mold. From dreams, from what you imagine to reality, the application of the emotions is brutal. So to find a minimum of spirit and a ray of sunshine I have to get to Turkey, sad about not being able to enjoy the Balkans or Greece. And this is now that I understand that the decision to be a “public person”, telling the intimacy of the trip on a blog and on social networks, is not only useful and inspirational to the reader, but also crucial for me, and so the “travel 2.0” often becomes a weapon against loneliness that at times becomes a powerful search engine, that activates at the speed of thought and provides genuine information based on personal experiences, thanks to which I am able for example to change the sprockets in a chaotic city like Istanbul, or to find hospitality in a desolate territory like Siberia. The journey seems to turn to the right direction, and although the evening when I sleep in the fields I can feel a little nostalgia under the stars over me, in the morning I feel seized with new energy. I live the experience of the Buddhist temples, the farm in Hokkaido, the earthquake in Morioka, I remember with sadness the tsunami in Tohoku, I cry when I see the Tokyo Tower, and I get excited to madness when, finally, I get home. “Tenerona”, you were born here 25 years ago, and now I brought you back home. Iwata. Yamaha Factory welcomed me with all employees of the Communication Plaza, Italian flag and welcome banner. The engineers look to my special, they smile and shake my hand.