Hello dear reader,
far away from Germany, I'm sitting here trying to reproduce the experience into words. It just simply is not something one has experienced with all senses, in a single text, which included only a sense organ again can be ...
So imagine, Saadet, and I expect our little palace. We wave our friendly neighbors from all sides. We are a bit nervous. Our first ride on the scooter ahead of us ... Uma and Sandhya are good drivers? What will it be to be delivered to the market now? This time we will not sit in a car with four walls, which would mitigate any impact. Hopefully it is not so bad for Saadet ... She's never raced on such a bicycle.
have a few minutes later we were on our first trip and are facilitates front of a church. I wonder if this really is a church. She looks a lot different than the relatively simple church building held in my home. Everything is decorated with colorful characters and the interior is very bright and open. Beautiful and strange.
Keep going. Meanwhile, Saadet, and I really enjoy it, to drive with the motor scooters. You take all the smells of the city was much more intense and the wind is blowing in your face. A wonderful cool!
Die nächste Station ist ein Tempel (nicht ganz so verziert, wie die Kirche, aber ebenfalls sehr beeindruckend) und dann geht es zum Post Office. Ich frage mich, ob hier wirklich jemals ein Brief ankommen würde. Wir treten in einen Raum, in dem die Regale bis zur Decke gefüllt sind mit gestapelten Papieren. Meinst Du, da hätte man ein System erkennen können? Weder Aktenordner, noch Beschriftungen existieren hier, um auch nur ansatzweise eine Art Prinzip erkennen zu können. Stühle wurden herangezogen und Fotos gemacht. Die Mitarbeiter waren immerhin sympathisch und scheinen ja auch bis jetzt fast alle Briefe an die gewünschte Adresse befördert zu haben. Respekt!
Where to now? Ah, to market! We keep a small square around which are a few items. We buy the most necessary (for potatoes, oil, lime) and are completely overwhelmed by the vast selection of unfamiliar vegetables. All stare at us. It seems as if the sun itself had chosen us in person, to take us into their vizier. Fortunately, it's pretty fast back on the bike overheated chair and into the homes to the longed-for fans.
The days go by very quickly here and before we know it It is Sunday. After a leisurely breakfast (corn flakes) and I think Saadet how we could use the day. Our overly loud bell makes us wince. Who will be? Our neighbors. They have apparently made the same question to them and invite us to celebrate with them, Ganesh's birthday. The chance we would not miss it! Who is Ganesh? Ah, one God. That is not just any God but the God who stands in the hierarchy of Hindu gods at the top. He is often depicted in human form with four arms and an elephant head. We may even look at prayer. Only in the apartment of the landlord and then the Community Pray neighbors from the house. During the ceremony, the God is symbolically supplied with food and much more. Nor can we put something on the small Ganesh figure. It is truly an honor! After the whole procedure is offered us food. The sacred food that was intended but actually symbolic of Ganesh. May we take it really? And calling upon us look expectantly to our hosts. So good ... I'll try. Unfortunately I can not assign the unusual taste. At first it is a bit strange. Well, actually, it tastes really good ... It could be described as good.
Now it is already evening, and my thoughts wander off. What actually happened in the first few days here in Parvathipuram? Where time is probably gone? I remember. We were taken by car to the office. We stopped at a small Haus.Viele pairs of eyes looked at us as we got out of the car. Only the red Zeppich and Traupe of photographers were still missing, then I would have asked me if I would have accepted a new IDENTITY ... Saadet and I were each a beautiful bunch of flowers and all employees of JKS stood in front of us by name. I honestly told me not to remember the other strange-sounding melodies ... Nevertheless, we all smiled and some first jokes loosened the mood to erhelblich. After some formalities, we went on to Bridge School. I remember that I was pretty excited on the way there. My nervousness was completely unfounded. Again we were greeted with two bouquets of flowers. The kids looked so expectantly ... At first we were a little overwhelmed when 60 children were arranged in rows in front of us. Guys left, girls right. With the help of our mentors we made it with them to play a few games. Time passed very quickly, Saadet and I were all ready and already, two more hours of our lives gone by.
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