Our Indian adventure finished in a
memorable way; I ended up in a hospital in Kolkata with dengue fever. It was
not only that but also tiredness of India, of everything being dirty,
everybody wanting your money…we were more than happy to leave this country.
Both of us are really full of anything Indian. We need to get a distance
because now we just hate everything and everybody… Anyway we have seen many
incredibly beautiful things during these two months, so we need time to get our
It’s a pity I got sick just when we arrived
in Kolkata so I didn’t see almost anything of the city. But the general picture
is more positive than Delhi
for many reasons, like it’s neither that chaotic nor polluted.
It’s a pity
towards Kolkata that we got to see it in this point when we just want to leave
India with our minds closed… so this time no chance for the town. While I was
in the hospital watching BBC and CNN all day long, Nico got to see a little bit
of the city.
No wonders in Kolkata. I passed this week
in West Bengal’s capital with sadness, first
for Henni’s illness and second for being tired about Indians. In these two
months I didn’t realize if India
is in such condition because of the Indians or the opposite. Everything is so
dirty, so poor, so insufficient that it disarms you, and Indians look at this
with no problems, waiting for the next opportunity to take from you as much
money as possible, but not eagerly calmly. Maybe it happens only if the gods
In fact there is nothing special in
Kolkata, I was interested in mother Teresa’s mission, but I lost all my spin.
My only sights were for an English huge dome built in the name of the queen and
a dirty, dirty, dirty zoo where the population molests poor tigers, lions and
rhinos. I really couldn’t appreciate west Bengal efficiency and services, at my
eyes it’s still India,
with people who defecate in the street as cows do, others who live in mountains
of garbage and these perpetual, maybe holy, pieces of plastic, like a rain of
wrong corianders thrown everywhere.
This is my picture, but I want to finish
sarcastically:even in expensive hotels
we have found the same disorganization, the same layer of dirtiness, the same
aim to cheat. Only during the week inside the hospital (what a hard sofa I
slept on!) we found a place were air was good, floors were cleaned every
morning and the food sounded safe. But the sensation of cheating didn’t
disappear: useless medicines were delivered every moment and some exaggerate therapy
was proposed; only to let our trustfulness being lost.
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