An article about the quite different art of meditation: Sitting on a crazy, loud, colourful, intergalactic Indian bus.
“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
Everywhere, people talk about “thinking out of the box” as a demanded soft-skill. Where if not in anthropology, do you learn it better? I have learned unbelievably much about the rules of our own society.
Click for German Version Showing extraordinary respect to elders always has been something strange for me. I respect people, when I like to and when I think that they deserve…
I am walking through the little settlement, which is situated at the steep slope between the green mountains. Everything here is a little smaller. The streets are so narrow, that no car and no motorbike will be able to drive here. Just children, chicken, goats and straying dogs jump up and down the steps. There is a little smell of burned plastic coming from the unofficial dump at the hillside. Welcome to my microcosm.