It all started with a poem, I guess.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say…
Long, long time ago, a boy read these verses. And unexpectedly, five minutes ago, when a man started thinking about the roots of Expedition Freedom, these words came back – I do not know how and why. But, as they are already here – let them stay.