Arrival

The flight from Chennai was delayed. 20 minuts, one hour, one and half hour, then circling around Chattrapati Shivaji waiting for the permission – after landing the officer suggested to take a cab, because I surely wont reach my flight by bus. Then the cab driver with this annoying behaviour, then I told him that I wont pay 2000 rupees for 15 minuts, slowed down, then I changed a cab... rushing to the check-in. Finally there was 20 minuts before taking off but they told that once the check-in box closed I cant get board.. it was everything just not the elegant way of leaving India. I was desperate. This 3 hour late was not my fault at all. But finally I slept (conscious rigidity) at their office and got a compensating breakfast, and 3 (!!) tickets to Vienna. After I spoke in Sanskrit with the officer because it cleared out that he studied at the Bháratíya Vidyá Bhaván :))) email address, etc... amazing. Sanskrit is my boarding pass.

Changing one flight after an other I just wanted to strech my legs and back and got a realisation that it is really just a game. Now I was full of light and didnt worry about the turbulences. However really got used to this on-board life. I guess after 15 hours flying it will be strange to sleep in a stable place tomorrow. It is still not ended as I am in Vienna, so have to take a bus and pack in the car reaching my last rent... Unfortunately couldnt find a comfortable pleace and had a weird dream. But its fine... I would go mad to see my hyperpessimistic fellas at once. I tried to use my German but it needs some refreshening. And know what? I really miss the rikshamen... Madim... I wish I could hear just one shout like this. And I was so unhappy to see an Indian family in Frankfurt not smiling at all far from their homeland... cmon.
Intelligence is here in Europe. Just they are not connected. Until I can go again I have to be happy myself than happiness is guaranted :))

Punar milámah!