Tuesday, April 1, 2014

India

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What I remember from India: peoples eyes, both adults' and children's. In their eyes I sometimes felt desperation, sometimes aggressiveness, sometimes fear, but all pure;  dust which filled roads from the ground to the sky. In dust cows, dogs, goats and people live together in more or less same way; and cotton trees. I see cotton trees everywhere in here too. While driving my eyes often stay on cotton trees and remember India. There were cotton trees there too.

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