... I'm very tired.
But I have to stop some impressions if not fly away as fast as the weather!
This time the trip was ... strange ... for the first time I was not full of joy to arrive in india travel ... My neighbors were very uncommunicative and cold Nordic, while I was busy in the heat of emotion that I was leaving home .... and then I land in Chennai and I find that my sweet guardian angel, Saravanan, there will get me, I struggle to find the case when the bill go out immediately to look for a "pre-paid taxi", but I find I have to trek for a tunnel to hell people who flits sign with the names of those who are waiting, I am assailed by the blast of hot air cloudy, humid, combined with indescribable smell, which is not odoraccio, but a mixture of scents of wet earth, with cement, with exhaust gas, but also with tropical palm trees. ... I do not know is the smell of India, that when there are can not remember even more. ... Meanwhile, I realize that I must be careful with the truck, because we not only move, but are also often barefoot. ... and I figured if I hurt someone!
finally reaches the bench (metal recycling) for the allocation of the taxi and give me Murugesan, a gentleman, kind, that just melts in my broken Tamil, so we converse all the way up and I remember everything ... there's bedlam of crazy traffic the first year that scared me a lot, now I think "normal" ... a woman in a sari sitting in the back seat of a motorcycle holding a child close to about 7-8 months ... no, has two other side .... while I eye falls on one leg sticking resting for long in the back seat of a car "(the bee car that acts as a cab), and I see un'escoriazione in the beginning of decay, then on the sidewalk a man with polio nano beggar with a smile .... the guy at the bike in front responding, unintentionally, with a spit on the floor ...
But why tell you this when meanwhile began assaulting the usual happiness, joy of life that comes here? The usual of the day ... .. then I did three thousand things!
not tell you then when I started to meet all friends, acquaintances, teachers who are in contact with all ... (except the ironing that, contrary to behave like Indians, had a physical motion of joy that I come to embrace) all treated me in an "almost normal "as if I'd never gone away and this is what I feel that India never leaves me and I'm never letting ....
But what's missing here is that India makes me feel so at ease in the timeless present in which they live and the speed of thought, word, action: no fear, the Indians seem to have no fears, but most are not afraid death, perhaps this is what makes me so much joy and desire to try, go to the bottom of things, but being light, easy passage of humans!
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