Delhi, the second day,

Second day in India, and the first place where it's cool and where I can write in peace. The first day was a bit difficult, no opportunity to understand by myself how life works here could be found. Being a prey to those whose job it is to live from the tourists seemed to be the only way out. I found myself successively in chic overpriced hotel, far from everything, then in a "family" as far from the center, but less expensive. The only place that the "Lonely Planet" gave me interest staying in is the "Height Hotel" where tea is already very nice. There are also inexpensive rooms, I will try to accommodate tomorrow. It's just on the Connaught Place, with a terrace overlooking it!

In Marrakech, there were already some similar situations. The panoramic terrace brings the quiet. The chic café, with air conditioning, brings the ability to write.
The visit of the great mosque of Delhi was impressive. There is something great in the mosque which is quite different in churches; it is easy to imagine that this is related to the feeling of guilt that Catholicism promotes. The infinity and the purity are concepts that seem inherent in the quiet of the mosques. It is unfortunate that today has not been spared by the solicitors of all kinds!
How to define my current being? Difficult! A little more "relaxed", for sure, but not that much. The missed departure from Paris and the unexpected night in London had their charms of course. The situation however was not simple. I had left Micky in Berlin to find Chris in London a few months ago, and I found myself in exactly the opposite situation. To run into my ex colleague at Paloma Picasso, Olivier Delannoy was not so surprising. Which species do I belong? Is it the travelers, wanderers or the elusive? Where to find the rest of the soul? In India, the rest of the body seems difficult enough, what about the soul? Leaving Europe from London had been in a kind of euphoria, whose artificial origin was not to exclude, but to arrive in Asia had something totally scary (whose origin ...). The single thought alternatively of Chris or Micky would pull out tears to my eyes that it was difficult to keep. The reason for this trip was perhaps not only personal. The imagination of the aura of recklessness under such a course was certainly part in my decision to leave, but once there, what remained of that aura? It would recur only at the return, and then, what game should be played again? Must we always give people what they want? What is the advantage to disappoint them? Can I exist only by myself without using the eyes of others? This would be a new data in my life that still require much clarification. I like the idea of being like dead if nobody thinks of me. It is an idea of death that is already very far from the physical and medical death. It is an idea where spirituality has its place, and accepts the concept of eternity. The Christ is eternal for sure! Is He by the Dogma or just because the Dogma will be read forever? Those are two interesting ideas!