My first encounter with India was not the best.
Around midday, forty-eight hours after I left the Italian grounds, I arrived in Pune. And the problems soon started.
Travel is nothing but an inconvenience. There is always enough trouble where you are.
Charles Bukowski
To be honest, I’ve already met India the night before. It was late at night when I landed in Bangalore. The dazzling lights of the airport and the continuous comings and goings of people burdened by luggage made me think of being in a parallel universe, where day and night get confused. Appealed by the opportunity I had to finally have a look to this subcontinent and encouraged by the tobacco dependence, I set out for the sliding doors.
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