main market of Delhi
MOUNTAIN HARAMUKH, OR HOW TO CLEAR THE HEAD IN 6 HOURS
The real story of the journey to India must begin with words describing the repressed, confused, or confused spirit of the narrator. This introduction as it prepares the reader for the fact that the author expected some kind of relief from the trip. My story is no exception. Overwhelmed by disappointment, bitterness of loss and overwhelmed by empty hopes, I expected from this trip not just new impressions, acquaintances and sensations. Probably the most I was waiting for a miracle. Continue reading
INDIA – THE GREAT G8
No matter how hard the Universe tries to drag you anywhere, your shameless nature, worse than a twelve-year-old girl, opposes vocations. You are a dummy, and for society there is no difference whether you are now standing in three nights somewhere in the middle of India, are you killed now in three nights somewhere in the middle of India, do love volcanoes explode inside you, or are you harder than any piece of roti on trash can. – Valek averted his eyes. “Yes, even if we are now buried alive in a nearby ditch by local gangsters, I will absolutely not give a damn, like this entire galaxy.” Continue reading
