original PART 1 You feel welcomed to India when you have spent the day vomiting and trying to find a position in which it doesn’t feel as if someone is cutting you open from the inside and pouring rock salt on the wound. Just so: my first day of Himalayan life was a day of… Continue reading What Happened at Heathrow
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First Photos from India
original I had written one of my TOO BEAUTIFUL poems. Except that: I can’t connect my laptop to the Internet I have to transfer everything on a USB key this computer in the library dating back to 1920 doesn’t recognize what I’ve written? it all came out YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -oof The photos are nice, though! I’m… Continue reading First Photos from India
Departure
I feel so cosmopolitan! One day I’m wandering around London with my hair expensively curled, looking at shop windows where the price of a pair of underwear equals the bimonthly salary of some Indian whom I will see in a few days, on the streets of New Delhi. 5:26 AM I’m leaving. ([photo of] the… Continue reading Departure
Packing
Just me. Two suitcases*, max 20 kilos each. Since this will be a year in India, I was forced to discard low-necked shirts, miniskirts and short-shorts, high heels and wedge sandals: in other words, everything I usually wear! Put aside is the useless junk, the designer stuff that I’d be ashamed to show off. I… Continue reading Packing
She’s Leaving Home
What with all the preparations, end of the school year, and various family medical traumas, I have barely had time to dwell on the fact that our daughter is about to leave home. It’s just as well that I haven’t had that time. Ross will be away for a full ten months (yes, I will… Continue reading She’s Leaving Home