Oppression, inside

Let me tell you a story about internal demons. The Rishikesh-Delhi bus stopped for a roadside break, with burgers and ice-cream instead of the makeshift food shack I expected to see. Bad for my slightly hurt feelings of nostalgia, good for the belief that things are able to change at all. I walked around and … Continue reading Oppression, inside

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The joys of backpacker hostels and other differences between foreign and Indian tourists

I'm really regretting that I spent the last two nights in a hotel. It was affordable, sure enough (just over 10€ per night), but I'd done what an Indian person would have done. Okay, I don't think an Indian girl would've hired a tuk tuk driver at 4.50am to drive into town and help find … Continue reading The joys of backpacker hostels and other differences between foreign and Indian tourists

Noticing confusion: India? Again?

This is what I'm listening to while writing: https://youtu.be/dnxCxHLAqn8 I noticed that I'm confused. Wait? I'll be in Delhi this Thursday? People had been asking whether I was planning on travelling ("now that you're not doing anything, really"). I wasn't. Now it's happening anyway. I was preoccupied installing myself in Berlin, which has worked pretty … Continue reading Noticing confusion: India? Again?