after domestic violence
Mysore is a beautiful place, everyone knows that. The number one sight of the place — the palace, which has fallen, with all its red domes and kaleidoscopic stained glass windows, is on UNESCO lists — you should certainly go there on Sunday, when it is illuminated in its entirety, right down to the smallest details. Continue reading
Vipassana was not at all what I was thinking. Because, first of all, I practically didn’t really know anything about it, and secondly, everyone just said “You just try it” – and that’s the end of the conversation.
In India, I was already three or four months old when I applied for vipassana in Jaipur. I was looking for the closest city to Delhi (where I still wanted to go) and for the very near future. A couple of days later I received a positive response, and I went to meditate. Continue reading
Once again, I traveled around the boundless surface of Lake Dal, the capital of Kashmir. Yesterday, late in the evening, the legs were brought to the other, phonetic side of Srinagar, where, stretching out your arm, you can’t see how many of them are stretched. They were reluctant to bring the legs back completely, as well as to sit on the first motorcycle to an unknown Indian. But nature took its toll, and now the roar of the engine with my Oor compete for the title “Mr. Voice of Kashmir 2014”. Continue reading