|having a break, train station between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
departure: margao 15.50. 4th april 2012
arrival: delhi 6.15 6th april 2012
seat 54, dep. s3
one huge rucksack, one photobag, one laptop bag with food, book and i pod.
2 veggi sandwitch
1 packet of biscuits
1 package of 160 gramm busicutis
1 evening dinner
6 bottles of water
2 times charging i pod
1 roll of toilet paper
318 rupees for mobile recharge
3 great conversation with a hindi family, a girl from ukraine and a family with two little kids
1 almost finished read book
3 times annoyance about indian inpolitness
7 times waking up during the night
1 kg more body weight
|overlapping, train between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
|waking up, train between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
she was lying next to me, turning around, carfully, not hitting the child. next to her, tinny.
she was not here when i was there last night, fell asleep, like a stone.also not there when i woke up during the night. but in the morning. in her red golden palietted sharee, the end of the sharee over head, a thin clothes covering her body.
she was lying on the floor. in between the two beds on the sides. in between the luggague.
in indian trains you have three or four categories for overland trains. first class ac, second ac, third ac and sleeper. for all of those you need reservation. people told me.
|waiting, train between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
|wandering, train station between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
she came from goa. she was there for three month. did not wanna stay that for longer but she liked it. all the beaches along the costal line. one of the best: palolem beach. she brought a yoga mat, one big, one small bagpack.
she talks about the time in goa, about the people, the food, how she found herself.
what is yourself. when do you know you are there? it always happen to me that people are saying that. they are finding themselves, within all the other selffinder in busy winter goa where the music and dance scene is in its highpoint and collects hundreds next to each other on the beach.
i always think i found myself, but every single time i thought i found myself i had to admit one year later that the finding was just an embarassing pretentious moment.
she takes images, of people. great images, good moments, easy framing, but well done. pictures form people, mostly. nice colours, good post production.
the way people think about a world they just see through picture is determined by the visual language. the visual language is done by the photographer.
her images are how i know india through images, close up framing of happy exotic people in exciting moments or moods with great color scheme. she is in advertising, in ukraine, kiew. she calls her profession art.
she was beautiful by the way. perfect figure, blond hair. she was wearing tights, a long t shirt over it. very relaxed. the guys couldn't stop looking. even after 26 hours, when she left the train.
|living, between margao and delhi, 4th april 2012|
|producing, between margao and delhi, 6th april 2012|
|storing, between margao and delhi, 6th april 2012|
i can not remember anymore how it started. i did not talk to them. definitly. they spoke hindi. i am english. so no talking. maybe i talked with the kids, in some sort or the other language.
but he wrote. the girl from ucraine gave her a pen. i gave her he paper. and she wrote. very slow, held the pen tight. small fingers. she maybe 4. she was so proud.wrote her name. nane.
|showing off, train between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
|supporting, train station between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
children in india love pens because they are so focused on their education that they are proud to show off what they can do. children are always proud to impress, to hear how well they are doing.
but yes in india apparently a main focus is on education.
apparently parents spend up to 50 % income on their children's education.
|being, between margao and delhi, 6th april 2012|
i screamed at her. she did not hear me. I shouted again. but i had to say it was not too loud. just to quick not prepared.
the village we stopped was small. maybe 10 houses. in the middle of the field, quite close together, two streets, one vertical crossing into the train lines one into the main street, which was parallel to us. the air was flimmering. it was hot. far off you could see woman with baskets on tehir head disappering behind the small mudhouses.
|trying1, between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
|trying2, between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
wait - expectation - expectancy - expectance
|meditating, train between margao and delhi, 6th april 2012|
|finding, train between margao and delhi, 6th april 2012|
|winning, train between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
playingpresent participle of play (Verb)
|enduring1, between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
|enduring2, between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
Indian Railways transports 30 million passengers daily across twenty-eight states and two union territories. Sikkim and Meghalaya are the only states not connected by rail. A standard passenger train consists of eighteen coaches, but popular trains can have 26 coaches or even more.
|knowing, train between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
|seaking, train between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
there would be no way. open door, moving train. the wind is warm, a bit too warm but it gives some more fresh air in my lunges. the train is not the quickest. but quick enough to hurt me would i drop down.
guys are screaming when we enter the tunnel. it is because of the echo. they think it is funny.
|deciding, train between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
he is a typical indian big brother. if we believe the stereotype. again. he is carrying all the luggage, sorting out the place, getting food. he is taking care.
he is the eldest of two siblings, of a mam. traveling next to me. him, his sister, his mother and his mother's friend.
his mother is divorced she tells me. a couple of years ago. here the kids are, with her. his sister is stil in school. she wants to be engineer, because she is good in math, biology, chemistry and physics. her eyes are sparkling, talking about it. he mum smiles. proudly.
in india to become engineer is the future. that's the believe. if u are an engineer you get somewhere. has something. that's it. for some people.
she laughes, talks constantly, plays with her brother, fights with him, playful. at the end of teh day we have to sort out where everybody sleeps. i wanted to sleep on the down bed. even so i had the bed on the upperst part. i asked, because of my camera bag. they were discussing. he discussed, with the others. they did not look happy. he smiled, tired. you can sleep on the middle bed. thats ok, isn't it. he was slightly smilling.
he is probably younger than me. much. maybe around 22. he has a shop for mobile phones.
|consuming, train station between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
|standing by, train between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
|twitching1, between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
|twitching2, between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
she was quiet i admit. just before we arrived she started to explore. except from that she was more scared of us than we from her. i have to say i forgot her most of the time.
she just appeared. or she made it appear. out of her plastic bag. by the engineer girl. she was shaking her, showing her around.
i know they are also house pets. a friend of mine had 50 of them, when she was younger. in a big room. in a few cages, homemade. she loved them. but then she also had a lot of other animals. she gave a lot of them to her friends, my friends. i thought they are creepy.
india always surprises me.
|discovering, train between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
|discovering2, train between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|
|dissapintment, train between margao and delhi, 5th april 2012|