It is not a vintage role-playing game, perhaps in a box. Even if, among colored flags, flags, stars and columns to be conquered, opening the book is the flavor of that memory that resonates. It is not, then, a Lonely Planet quattropuntozero, because, starting the reading you realize that the journey is the embodiment of a perennial liturgy that far exceeds the futuristic projections of the best guides made by travelers. In fact, it cannot even be defined as a travel diary or novel, because the real time documentary, camera on the shoulder, marked by a fluid syntax, built on the period of coordinates, narrated in the cinematic punctual present, is often intersected by flashes of poetry, frescoes multicolored and multi-odor a la David Roberts.
"Flags for all" is all these things amalgamated in harmony, although none of them specifically. Its author, Lorenzo Zucchi, is an Earth Walker who walks the world barefoot, stripping himself of any prejudice, superstructure, ideology along the way. The story is flowing. Beautiful. Rich but dry. And its the main value is the discovery of an extra piece of oneself, which corresponds to the revelation of a corresponding piece of the absolute form of freedom, at every step of the way. One would expect such an unwittingly cool book from a Dutchman, a German, a Danish perhaps. Hardly from an Italian: an interior experience lived in each of the countries of which, in alphabetical order from Argentina to Vietnam, you could remember, on the spot, the existence. A unique reading in the Italian publishing scene in recent years.
