The journey is never over. Only travellers come to an end. But even then they can prolong their voyage in their memories, in recollections, in stories. When the traveller sat in the sand and declared: “there’s nothing more to see” he knew it wasn’t true. The end of one journey is simply the start of another. (José Saramago)
On the beach, a solitary man and his footprints.
Gazing at the sea, his soul filled with experiences of a lifetime, he doesn’t notice the northwest wind. He just raises the collar of his jacket and clasps the bag in his arms.
It is a special bag; it seems to contain the stories of hundreds of different lives, of a whole life…
It’s made of natural leather and reveals the signs of time. Aged, tanned by the sun and marked by the rain, it’s proudly one-of-a-kind. This bag is genuine, just like the man who uses it, it is the testimony of moments and emotions lived together.
It embodies the story of his life, memories of his past and, hopefully, of his future.
The man wraps his arms around the bag, his loyal travelling companion, as if he hugs his own life. It’s not just a bag; it’s a silent partner of experience.
All-in-one, a companion for a lifetime!