“One person’s life is another person’s scenery.”
The book in EXO's Kai's heart!

New cover by designer Seok Yoon,
The author recommends "untact" domestic travel destinations and the books he accompanied.
The Traveler's Reading: 10th Anniversary Revised and Expanded Edition

Wherever people live in the world, there are ‘stories.’
The author, who says, “There are also journeys to read books,” has traveled all over the world reading stories from those lands.
Chapter 1 (In Search of Salvation) covers the journey to Siberia, Nepal, the Himalayas, Kashmir, and India; Chapter 2 (In Search of Love) embraces Myanmar, Laos, Vietnam, Japan, and Australia; Chapter 3 (In Search of a Story) wanders through Spain, Greece, Morocco, Jordan, Syria, Lebanon, Palestine, Israel, Turkey, and Egypt; and Chapter 4 (In Search of Myself) crosses Latin America to Cuba, Peru, Bolivia, Chile, and Patagonia (Argentina), the end of the world.
The 10th anniversary revised and expanded edition of 『Traveler's Reading』, which has been loved by readers for 10 years with its solid and dense combination of 'travel + books + photos', has been published.
Along with the new cover, we added 'untact' domestic travel destinations and books recommended by the author.
The secret companionship of books and travel that awaken the journeys you haven't taken and the books you haven't read in your heart overcomes the passage of time.

If it is not people who seek out books, but books that seek out people, then for me that book would be Saint-Exupéry's "The Land of Men."
The desert teaches man to act.
The action is not an intentional philosophical or ontological act.
It's just a desperate struggle for survival.
Standing on such an extreme land like a desert, anyone would think beyond their daily lives, make decisions, and eventually take action.
Perhaps that is why the desert tells us to throw away books and read the land instead.
Only those who have not reached the desert read books.
Both Sahara's books, "The Earth of Man" and "The Alchemist," teach us to read the earth.
Reading books is nothing compared to reading the land.
--- From "It's Difficult to Live as a God │ India"

Turkey is considered a land of beautiful and exciting stories, a land of fiction and myth where stories are born and lived together every day.
Anyone who stands on that land would become a mystery writer and archaeologist, captivated by curiosity and mystery.
Who knows where history will take us?
But, in Orhan Pamuk, didn't the civilizations of the periphery find hope again?
Rather than a European or American-led civilization mired in mannerism, might the answer lie in a minority, in a fringe civilization, brimming with new energy? Such hope inspires those who thirst for it to embark on a journey and read books.
The best journey is the one yet to be taken, and the best book is the one yet to be written.
--- From "Turkey, the land where new stories are born every day"

When there is a solid, high wall and an egg hits it and breaks, no matter how right the wall is or how wrong the egg is, I will stand on the side of the egg.
Because each of us is like an egg, a spirit encased in a fragile shell of which there is only one.
What we are fighting against is a high wall, and that wall is the system. The passages of the Bible that had been difficult to understand as a child were read in my mind that night as clearly as a yard swept by rain.
I must have read each verse of the Bible while thinking of my father, who did not have much time left to live.
A certain urgency and desperation made me read the difficult spacing and sentences.
The scriptures are not just books.
A book written in a language beyond words, containing the mantras of life and death.
--- From "There is no true peace in the world │ Israel"

The respect of those who remember the author can be seen in the black-and-white photo of the old writer attached to the glass door of a bookstore in Buenos Aires.
Do we have such a writer? How wonderful it would be to have a great and respectable writer, not a politician, sports star, or entertainer. I wanted to go to the end of the world, but it wasn't the end.
The end may have never existed from the beginning.
Some people lived in difficult times, planting seeds of hope in barren land.
For them, the ends of the earth were not an escape from life, but a new frontier of life.
Depending on how you look at it, the end can also be the very beginning of something.
--- From "At the End of the World, 'My Heart Lost Where to Go' │ Arpentina, Patagonia"

Travel has become shopping.
In a journey driven by convenience and speed, there is no room for the unexpected events, getting lost, or meeting strangers by chance that were the hallmarks of past novels.
The wanderer, who is a being who 'suffers by buying things', has become rare.
Where have all those travelers gone?
--- From "Where Have All the Travelers Gone? │ Winter Around Seorak"

The most monumental work born in this land is, without a doubt, Oh Jeong-hee's "Chinatown."
(Omitted) Surprisingly, the scenery depicted in Oh Jeong-hee's novel still has traces that can be restored to some extent even if you visit the site today.
Traces of the railroad that once 'ran through the city, dividing it into north and south' remain beneath the overpass behind Incheon Station toward Bukseong Port, and the flour mill 'at the northern end of the port' still stands tall in its place, preserving the glory of the Sam Baek Industry that flourished after the war.
At the entrance to Chinatown, the Chinese street depicted by Oh Jeong-hee, there are still a few restaurants selling raw fish such as makgeolli (steamed skate) and junchihoe (steamed octopus), which dock workers used to eat with makgeolli (rice wine).
The story of the old man who said that the current Olympus Hotel was the site of the Korea-US Treaty of Amity and Commerce signed over 100 years ago, that the area was a port where ships came and went, and that dock workers there drank alcohol with mackerel and squid sounds mysterious.

--- From "The Hometown of Those Who Left Their Hometown │ Incheon's Downtown Area"

The elderly man, who was Lee Cheong-jun's senior in elementary school, never stopped calling him "teacher" while reminiscing about him.
It was a reminiscence filled with respect and longing.
The village is small and sparse.
Now, the deceased's birthplace, which has been slightly decorated for visitors, the pine tree under which the deceased climbed and sat to read after elementary school was finished, and the mountain path that became the setting for his masterpiece "Snow Road" continue in front of it, but from there, it is enough to tour the village.
It would be nice to sit on the veranda or one side of the yard of the birthplace and absentmindedly recall the numerous characters and moments that appear in the novel.
You can also go to the teacher's place on a low hill overlooking the sea, which takes thirty minutes to reach even at a brisk pace.
(Omitted) For humans, childhood is a time that provides nutrients for life and serves as a guidepost that determines the direction of life.
It is a space-time that is like a huge fortress, a vast sea, and a huge vein of minerals that never diminishes no matter how much you dig.
We use the vague memories of our childhood as the strength to live our entire lives.

--- From "We all came to the city, stepping on the snowy road │ Jangheung, Jeollanam-do"