We all (Carolin, Anatoli, Nino and myself) went to visit Raman, the BD farmer's house yesterday. It was a lovely rural Indian village that greeted us. The children flocked around us, staring at us with their inquisitive eyes. Each wanted to know my age, my name, my country, all the names of each of my family members, etc. And each wanted us to repeat theirs respectively. We had a lovely supper on banana leafs under the curious stare of the dozens of children that eventually crowded into the house and began a series of performances of songs and poems in both english and tamil. We sang some swedish songs.
I find it is still a bit difficult to somehow stand with both feet in this country and live here fully. I guess it is a matter of accepting that this is also my life, as I feel I have said many times. I travel, I wear many different "hats". I see new things and really, every day is a challenge to be observed and to learn from. Live fully everyday.
When did I decide to come here?
Was it when I signed the trainee contract?
Was it when I started YIP?
Was it when Carolin came to Umeå Waldorfskola to talk about India?
How long has this journey been written into my history and how long have I been following this path, making decisions and having experiences that have helped me along the way?
Did I not always know that I would be in India one day?
This is where I am now. And this is exactly where I am supposed to be.
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