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The moment she realized what was happening, was the happiest one ever. It was the day she left for India.
The country was confusing, It made her European head spin on top of the crazy feeling.
First, there was the poverty. It was everywhere and there was no way be unnoticed - people sitting on pales of garbage, children running around bear-feet, beggars on every corner. But among them were passing expensive cars, fashionable dresses, Buddhist monks.
Things over things.
In some neighborhoods one could see amazing old temples in the same line with modern new glass buildings. The temples were reaching for the sky, and the new buildings had bent to curiously watch the passengers,
Creations lined up with other creations.
But most amazing were the colors - the people, the food, the stores, the streets, everything was colorful, bright, shiny. It was like India's whole history, layouts and contradictions were illustrated by a bit crazy painter, with all the colors he could find. India's true personality could not be seen in the society's manners or through architecture's history, because these things are too obvious and yet exclude one another. It was all about the colors.Universe inside the universe.