Starting my next India journey in Puri, I wanted to capture nice photographs. It turned out to be harder than I thought. This is how it sometimes happens in photography.…
An article about the quite different art of meditation: Sitting on a crazy, loud, colourful, intergalactic Indian bus.
Yet, when I work for just two hours, I earned the monthly salary of my friend, who daily guides tourists on camel safaris through the desert. 3000-4000 rupees a month.
“You know, many people come here in a car, get out and shoot many pictures. This Slum is very famous. They just come, shoot, leave and sell the pictures. This is why many people here are suspicious about people with cameras.” I felt bad.
I am a total novice to India. Everything that I know about it stems from a long-standing obsession with the beautiful verbal tapestries woven by a handful of my favourite authors. But life is stranger, more colourful and complicated than fiction: