We cut through the water with hardly a sound while the white bearded mountain faces preside sternly over us. The lake's surface reflects their grave bulk and the vastness of the blue sky above. It brings to mind an old Chinese saying: "In dreams, mirrors and water one meets the skies and the earth." 

In this literary travel essay, poetry meets politics with a personal touch. In face of the theme "freedom" it explores the fact that the path one travels is always more important than reaching one's goal.