When I was 15 years old, I remembered that I read Siddhartha by Herman Hesse. This book has been one of most significant readings that I have had in my live. Then, almost 20 years later, this book ends on my hands again. When I was younger, I remembered that this book attracted me so much because describe so well Indian culture, landscape, traditions and how Siddhartha explores the outsiders of his beautiful castle with his best friend Govindan. I was amazed by that, I remember feeling like I was traveling in India immediately as soon as I emerged into the reading. This was fantastic and exciting! Contrasting that first reading with my second one, my sensations has changed a lot. This could be explained by the Heraclites’ phrase “No man ever steps in the same river twice” Yes, I am not the same person as before, but also because in my second reading, unconsciously I felt like the book was putting more emphasis in Siddhartha’s internal voyage. Siddhartha was trying to figure out who was him, who was Siddhartha, what is the I, his Self or Atman. To be honest, this topic took my whole attention and interest now. It doesn’t mean that when I was younger, I skipped the passage or I didn’t read it. This part of the book touched so deeply due to the internal process than I am experiencing right now. Solitude is an important state that human being must take to get a sincere approach to the I or the Self. The strong ties of companionship between Siddhartha and Govinda got loose due to new life experiences and approaches of both men had. Siddhartha stayed alone only to understand that he didn’t belong to someone, he was not someone’s husband or someone’s son or someone’s friend. In his solitude, he just realized that he only was Siddhartha.