Everyone at one point or another, has to carry his luggage, small or big, ligth or heavy, colorful or grey. I carried mine over 6 years now. And I trade it for a lighter one in Indonesia... Indonesia, is what I can call a "healing" country, ruthlessly reconciling yourself with Life. There you will find people full of beliefs, morning rituals along the way.

The vaste majority of them don't really think about death neither are they afraid of it. Having spent couple of days with the locals, retired away from the hustle and bustle of city life. They seem to be totally detached from the materials things, leaving you with a truly admiration of their state of mind, and feeling somehow oddly connected with them.