Day 136, India, West Bengal, Kolkata
I am doing
a sightseeing on my own. Kolkata is impressive. The best thing to do is just getting
lost and experience the life. You see impossible jobs, impossible workplaces,
impossible people, you have impossible discussions. India is another world, but
Kolkata is definitely another world of this other world. Everything gets
stronger here. The natural selection of humanity, the relation of poor and
rich. You have to see it, to feel it, to be able to understand. The places I
prefer the most are the most unusual places, no building can capture more
attention than the life of the people in Kolkata. The happiness, the smiles of
the people are the proof of the strong sense of humanity. On the same time you
see the most tragic and inhuman things, where you cannot really deal with. Poor
people live in places, where I have to examine for several minutes before I can
understand that it is a kind of a house and someone is living in a hidden part
of the street. Sometimes you even cannot really understand, who is alive and
who is dead. The colour of the skin becomes as the colour of the street and
believe me that streets are very dirty here. In the evening I have dinner in an
Indian restaurant. While walking in the restaurant I see a baby in underwear
lying on the street over a woman. His mother. Both are sleeping on the street
at the entrance of the restaurant. You can’t hardly get in without walking over
them. This is Kolkata. I am eating inside, as I am forced to be part of the
natural selection of humanity. A choice that nobody wants to do but has to live
with. I walk out of the restaurant and have a longer look on the two. I remark
that it is not his mother, but only his sister. She is maybe 6 or 7 years old,
the smaller one 2 years. I try to deal with this situation, but how?
I am doing
a sightseeing on my own. Kolkata is impressive. The best thing to do is just getting
lost and experience the life. You see impossible jobs, impossible workplaces,
impossible people, you have impossible discussions. India is another world, but
Kolkata is definitely another world of this other world. Everything gets
stronger here. The natural selection of humanity, the relation of poor and
rich. You have to see it, to feel it, to be able to understand. The places I
prefer the most are the most unusual places, no building can capture more
attention than the life of the people in Kolkata. The happiness, the smiles of
the people are the proof of the strong sense of humanity. On the same time you
see the most tragic and inhuman things, where you cannot really deal with. Poor
people live in places, where I have to examine for several minutes before I can
understand that it is a kind of a house and someone is living in a hidden part
of the street. Sometimes you even cannot really understand, who is alive and
who is dead. The colour of the skin becomes as the colour of the street and
believe me that streets are very dirty here. In the evening I have dinner in an
Indian restaurant. While walking in the restaurant I see a baby in underwear
lying on the street over a woman. His mother. Both are sleeping on the street
at the entrance of the restaurant. You can’t hardly get in without walking over
them. This is Kolkata. I am eating inside, as I am forced to be part of the
natural selection of humanity. A choice that nobody wants to do but has to live
with. I walk out of the restaurant and have a longer look on the two. I remark
that it is not his mother, but only his sister. She is maybe 6 or 7 years old,
the smaller one 2 years. I try to deal with this situation, but how?
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