Hello sir, welcome to the Oberoi Hotel, are you comfortable inside the car? – Said the voice on the other side of the cell-phone the driver had strangely handed to me… I’m still dizzy from the flight and happy to have my entire luggage and that the hotel really sent someone to pick me up at the Airport… Could I wish for more?

I come out of the car at the hotel and I’m saluted by a pleasant young lady treating me by my name… On my way into the hotel, four other persons will salute me that same way…

Later on I’ll have sushi for lunch, I’ll go for a city tour and at night I’m having an Italian dinner with the finest risotto, a fresh salad, and a glass of red wine…

In case you did not notice it before I’m in India!!!... By the time I received the call in the car my mind was already bubbling with more questions than those I think I‘ll ever get answers for…

Why… How… What are these persons doing sitting on the ground at 7am???... Why do buses have bars over the windows???… When did time stop in this part of the world???... Even so there seams to be more order and understanding in this strange flavor of chaos than in other realities I face in my daily life…

Still… At dinner I paid more for a single glass of wine than for a four hour drive with a taxi driver… I do not know if I’ll ever find the answers, I know I can’t change reality as I see it, but the conflict still arrests my thoughts…

Today I chose not to show pictures I still have no explanation for… Of course, there are nice monuments in Delhi, colorful Shari’s and all the pictures you might have imagined but still I see to much barriers arresting this people as I’m also too much looking at all this though a looking glass…