Sunday, January 7, 1996

Madras, the ninetieth day,


             It  seems that my ability to adapt has again been demonstrated. The only vision of "second class sleepers" was previously unbearable when I now consider myself fortunate to be admitted into the train even without seat!
             I got a room in the most popular hotel which is like a village, populated by stateless people, and has its own rules of hygiene and service that I can deal with. I have a table, chairs, and ultimate luxury, a mirror. I have not seen my face for weeks. I look different, tan makes you always a little older,  I have perhaps lost a little weight. I find myself expressions of a retired model that do not displease me.

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