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Some things never change. The walls are dotted with Indian men standing to pee, or let the spray from these men, with lots of perfume. The dogs sit beside us, is crushed. I hate to see dogs around the Indian roads, I would bring them all home with me. Battered and abused, a pain for any sensitive soul.

And next to them, that humanity on the edge, living on crumbs and hardship. Beggars, the crippled, walking. The India of poverty and exclusion. Of course here in Delhi we breathe a different atmosphere than in the South that was used to. More "normal" to me: they all wear Western, I have not yet seen a woman in a sari or a man doth. The helmet is clearly required, even if sometimes you see the circular motion with four people aboard, including two children inside a model slices toast, without a helmet. I think even without oxygen, including an armpit and a tailpipe. And signs that echo a run-down mentality ecologist, huge words "Use Me" on trash cans and abuse of the word "green." Certainly more than I expected order.

And then there's them, the inevitable tamarri Indians who are inspired by Bollywood in real life.

With little success:

- Excuse me, are you Italian? - Calls tamarro in the restaurant.

- Yes

- Ah ecco.Io have never left India, but my friend was in Europe, and says that you are Italian. The friend

blush, ashamed enterprise of tamarro.

-you in Naples?

- No, we're Northern

- Ah Sin. Sai Naples, Palermo, the Mafia - is a dreamy smile, I miss talking about the "sweet life". The myth of organized crime exported abroad. I almost preferred the jokes about Berlusconi. A

that I've almost got used to it ..

PS: the conversation with the tamarro concludes:

- Would you like to sit and have a drink with us?

wink.

-No.

Spades.