yo!

oh man

so, a few short words about the past 11 days:

ahem, ahem...

tears, tribal villagers, trees for the dead, mediatating while walking the earth, alone but surrounded, power spots atop towers, yoga at 7am, prince, villagers, villagers giving us food, amazing food, sharing their hearts and minds with us, laughing and crying, smiling, children singing songs, me singing back, laughing sharing things without language and wishing i could take them all home to nj and mom and give them what we had.

a new language: kanada, a local language blissfully easy to learn, so far and fun too. uta is food, just for example. writing and reading, letters and emails, lectures and essays about hinduism caste system class oppression socialist feminism, hours in the hot sun, getting burnt and loving it, wandering over semi arid landscapes and looking at the work done by people to reclaim their land from the desert to maintain thier lively hoods and existence.

pride, i never see it till someone points it out to me, but wow, what a fucking one two combination, pride and humility, eating off leaves with my hands and chewing on leaves to aid digestion, shaking with the right and wiggling my head back and forth to show pleasure.

pollution, hugely polluted cities, stone throwing angry hindu fundamentalists, ducking behind bus seats and hoping for the best, feeling powerless and loving/hating it.

this is just the first 11 days, ive got three months left.

love
demetrius