Sonntag, 8. November 2009
Central Mumbai
Hier ein kurzer Bericht von heute: Ich habe eine Indische Hochzeit erlebt! Oder besser gesagt, ich habe einen Teil davon gesehen. Indische Hochzeiten ziehen sich nämlich eigentlich über vier Tage. Je nach Geldaufwand und Geduld des Paares kann diese Zeitspanne aber auch gekürzt werden, wie ich erfahren habe.
Für mich begann die Hektik mit dem Kampf mit meinem Saree. Wie schon an Ganpati, machte es mir zunehmend Schwierigketen, mich mit dem diesmal etwas luftigeren, und doch gut isolierenden Stoff zu bewegen. Wir haben zwar November, aber die letzten Tage kamen mir heißer vor als die in der gefürchteten Oktoberhitze.
Nach der Autofahrt, bei der wir auch an einem großen Slum vorbeifuhren, ging es also in die „Festhalle“. Bisher wusste ich nur, dass es ein Saal mit Aircondition ist, nicht aber, dass die Zeremonie in einem reich geschmückten Auditorium stattfindet! Überall Girlanden und Blinklichter, hektische Fotografen und so viel Publikum bestehend aus nahen und fernen Verwandten; Freunden und Freundesfreunden... Ich kann wirklich von Glück sprechen, noch, so schnell es mit dem Saree ging, einen Sitzplatz ganz rechts hinten ergattert zu haben. Von Weitem sah ich also dem Hochzeitspaar zu – Angeleitet von einem Badjhi (Hindupriester) ging es sieben Runden um ein in der Mitte der Bühne platziertes Feuer und versprachen sich dabei ewige Treue, Bräutigam und Braut fütterten sich gegenseitig mit einer Süßspeise und zuletzt wird ihr eine Kette mit vielen, kleinen, schwarzen Perlen angelegt. Solche Ketten nennen sich Mangal Sutras und werden hier, wie bei uns Eheringe, von allen verheirateten Frauen getragen. Natürlich hatte die Braut auch kein einfaches, weißes Hochzeitskleid an: Sie trug einen Tiefroten Saree und jede Menge Gold in Form von Ketten, Ringen, Armreifen, Ohrgehängen und einem Nasenring. Während der Zeremonie werden beide Partner außerdem noch mit langen Blumenketten behängt.
Nachdem der letzte traditionelle Akt vorbei war, wurde die Menge freundlich dazu aufgefordert, sich auf den Weg zum Speisesaal zu machen. Wie werden jedoch schätzungsweise 1500-2000 Menschen auf einmal satt? Schon allein der Weg zum Saal gestaltete sich schwierig, auch weil ich darauf achten musste, dass weder ich, noch sonst irgendjemand auf meinen Saree tritt. Doch sobald ich den Duft der guten Indischen Speisen in meiner Nase hatte, wusste ich: der Aufwand lohnt sich.
Es gab Reis mit allen erdenklichen Soßen, Roti-Brot, Chinesische Nudeln, Panipuri, Paneer-Käse mit Pilzen und unzählige Variationen von Gemüse. Zum Nachtisch wurde Kulfi-Eis und Obstsalat angeboten. Es war ein richtiges Festmahl, auch wenn man eine ganze Weile lang in der Schlange stehen musste. Vorfreude ist eben die schönste Freude!
Schließlich ging es dann wieder in den Hauptsaal, wo man sich noch einmal ganz hinten anstellen durfte, um dem frisch getrauten Ehepaar zu gratulieren und in die Kamera der Fotografen zu lächeln. Und wirklich: Die beiden sahen auch von Nahem sehr glücklich aus. Es ist eine Liebesheirat gewesen, wobei es in Indien immernoch ca. 75% von den Eltern bestimmten Eheschließungen (arranged marriages) gibt. Wie ich gehört habe, sind allerdings einige Inder und Inderinnen ganz froh, die Verantwortung der Partnersuche aus der Hand geben zu können, und sich auf ihre Eltern zu verlassen; in diesem Fall kann von Zwangsheirat (die gibt es leider auch noch) nicht die Rede sein. Ich kenne sogar recht viele Ehepaare, die ein glückliches Familienleben führen, ohne sich vor ihrer Hochzeit wirklich gekannt zu haben.
Indisch zu heiraten muss ganz schön anstrengend, aber toll sein, und ich bin auch prompt gefragt worden, ob ich, um meine Hochzeit zu feiern, nicht auch nach Indien kommen wolle. Davon abgesehen, dass ich dem Christentum angehöre, und dass ich all meine Familie und Freunde wohl kaum hierhin mitnehmen kann, ist es eigentlich eine schöne Idee. Trotzdem glaube ich, mir würde der Hochzeitskuss zu sehr fehlen.
Sonntag, 8. November 2009
Mittwoch, 4. November 2009
RYLA in Dehli
Sonntag, 1. November 2009
Irgendwo zwischen Dehli und Mumbai
Und hier sitze ich wieder auf einer der aufklappbaren Matrazen des Langstreckenzuges und fahre mit sechzehn der anderen Austauschschülern, die auch am RYLA teilgenommen haben, wieder „nach Hause“. Diesmal fanden die Rotary Youth Leadership Awards nämlich in Dehli statt! Bevor ihr euch aber nun eine falsche Vorstellung von der Zeit in der sehenswerten Hauptstadt macht – wir haben zwar einen Eindruck von der Stadt bekommen, waren aber in einem Meditationszentrum untergebracht, das wir über vier von fünf Tage nicht verlassen sollten. Trotzdem sind mir bei unserer Ankunft so einige Unterschiede zu Mumbai aufgefallen.
Das erste, das mich ins Auge stach, waren die Rickshaws: Sie sind zwar genau so gebaut wie die in Mumbai, sind aber gelb-grün statt schwarz-gelb. Etwas später, als wir im Bus auf dem Weg zur Unterkunft saßen, realisierte ich wie angenehm trocken und kühl die Luft war. Ich musste trotz all dem Taschenschleppen kaum schwitzen. Nächte in Dehli lassen sich sogar mit Sommerabenden in Deutschand zu vergleichen, sodass ich wieder meine gemütlichen Jacken in Gebrauch nehmen konnte. Wenn auch eher zum Spaß hatte ich auch eine Wollmütze dabei, die ich mit der Hilfe meiner Gastmutter die Tage vor RYLA über selbst gestrickt habe.
Vom Bus aus konnte ich sonst noch sehen, dass die Straßen zwar genau so staubig sind und Slums wie auch in Mumbai existieren, die Gegend ist aber generell nicht so voller Leute, was den relativ niedrigen Geräuschpegel dort bedingt.
Ja, es war schon eine nicht ganz einfache Situation: Eine Gruppe von etwa 50 Jugendlichen und jungen Erwachsenen zu Gast bei Brahma Kumaris, den Brüdern und Schwestern, die in dem Zentrum der Meditation, des Friedens, der Selbstfindung und der Stille zu Hause sind. Uso schwieriger in Anbetracht dessen, dass wir Austauschschüler ohne laute Musik, die man jaber auch als Lärm verstehen kann, kaum auskommen. Auch waren die stets in schneeweiß gekleideten Brahma Kumaris etwas von unseren Nachtruhezeiten und dem unverklemmten Umgang zwischen Jungs und Mädchen irritiert. Zum Glück gab es nie richtig Krach und beide Seiten haben sich zurechtgefunden, wie es eben ging.
Dem Tagesprgramm nach war die Möglichkeit gegeben, um vier Uhr früh mit einer meditativen Einheit zu beginnen. Dazu fand man sich im Gemeinschaftssaal zusammen und lauschte eine Dreiviertelstunde lang ruhiger Indischer Musik, die mich ehrlichgesagt aber eher zum Einschlafen als zu einer ernsthaftigen Introspektion brachte. Nach einem Morgentee ging es dann mit Yoga weiter und um 8.30 Uhr folgte Frühstück. Der Rest des Tages war ausgefüllt mit Vorträgen und Diskussionsrunden zum Thema „Discover and Empower yourself“, bis um zehn Uhr abends eigentlich jeder in seinem Zimmer bleiben und das Licht löschen sollte...
Nahm man die Sache ernst, so hat man so einiges über Yoga und Selbstkontrolle gelernt. Ich habe auch viele neue Bekanntschaften gemacht; es waren Inder und Inderinnen aus allen Regionen des Landes dort. An einem der Abende hatten wir daher eine kleine Talent Show, zu der jeder, der wollte, etwas beitragen konnte. Es gab viel Musik und Indischen Tanz. Wenn auch der „zu laute“ Applaus den Schwestern gar nicht gefallen mochte, war es ein gelungener Abend mit einem möglichst spirituellen, aber eher energischen „La Bamba“ der ganzen Inboundgruppe zum Abschluss.
Gestern, am letzten Tag, haben die Rotarier eine Sightseeingtour für uns organisiert: Wir haben den größten Tempel ganz Asiens besichtigt! Akshardham heißt er, er ist zu Ehren der Symbolfigur Swami Narayans errichtet worden – In einem Zeitraum von nur fünf Jahren haben 7000 Männer einen 40 ha großen Tempel fertiggestellt, der nur aus einem einzigen Felsenstück besteht. Am Eingang wurden uns alle Kameras und Handys abgenommen, sodass ich keine Fotos von der Tempelanlage habe, aber die Eindrücke schon allein von der Außenfassade des Tempels sind mir noch ganz präsent: Die weißen Außenwände sind fast lückenlos mit unzähligen Ornamenten und Skulpturen verziert, und auch den Steinsockel unter dem Monument schmücken 148 Elefantenskulpturen, die alle eine andere Haltung und Bedeutung haben und so naturgetreu und detailreich abgebildet sind, als würden sie im nächsten Moment zum Leben erwachen. Eine Abbildung ist mir in besonderer Erinnerung geblieben: Der Elefant, der von vier Blinden ertastet wird, dabei steht jeder an einem anderen Teil, sodass jeder der vier einen „Elefanten“ anders definert – Weich und feucht für den Rüssel, staubig und hart für den Fuß, haarig für den Schwanz und groß und labberig für die Ohren. Die Sicht aller Religionen ist eben stückweise, Gott bleibt der selbe.
Es gab drei verschiedene Sääle in der Anlage: Den „Saal der Werte“, ein Filmtheater mit Riesentheater und einen „Saal der Indischen Geschichte und Kultur“. Ich habe mich ein Bisschen wie in einer lehrreichen Version von Disneyland gefühlt, da all diese Sääle mit der neusten Technologie ausgestattet waren und man sich durch die künstlerisch überaus gelungene Darstellungen wirklich vorstellen konnte, wie es früher in Indien ausgesehen haben muss. Auf dem Rückweg mit dem Bus sind wir dann noch am India Gate vorbeigefahren, dem Gegenstück zum Gateway of India, das im Süden Mumbais zu finden ist. Schönes Dehli!
Es ist nun neun Uhr abends – Indische Abendessenszeit. Es gibt Biriani, also gerösteter Reis mit scharfem Curry. Das Essen hier im Zug lässt etwas zu wünschen übrig, aber ich werde es mal probieren. Bis bald!
Monatsbericht Oktober
Dear President, dear Rotarians,
In the last month again I got to know a new festival: Diwali was not only a loud and shining experience, but also an opportunity to be together with family and friends. My host family and me have again been to Badlapur in the house of father's parents, where we burned lots of firecrackers and I tried to do a Rangoli. We also have been to a relatives house in Ghatkopar and we had dinner in a noble restaurant in Mulund West to celebrate the festival of lights. Lastly I had a really good day with many of the other IYE-students, when my host family invited them for lunch to our house. As many of them do not get any kind of nonveg food in their host families, they were very enthused when they got the smell of chicken and pork sausages.
Apart from celebrating Diwali, the month of October was full of travelling. I got to know the famous Taj Hotel from inside, when all Germans staying in Mumbai were invited from the German consulate to celebrate our Day Of Unity, which was on 3rd of October. After almost three months two of the other Inbounds and me could again enjoy food of our home country – German bread, sausages and cabbage and real blackforest cherrycake are just a few things of the wide menu.
I also have pleasent memories of Nashik, where my host parents showed me many tempels, a huge museum of mineral stones, the caves of the Pandavas brothers and the holy river Godavari. They also took me to Thane, where we have been to a circus – someties I really suffered with the artists, playing with fire, knifes or balancing themselves on running horses.
By my second host family I have been invited to a concert of classical Indian music, which took place in Sion. The music full of rhythm and power was really amazing.
Last but not least I have visited the capital of India, actually I just came back from the RYLA in Dehli, where 16 other Inbounds and me stayed in a meditation centre of the Brahma Kumaris. Unfortunately we did not see so much from the city itself, but we got to know many new people and also, through the theme sessions, ourselves a bit better. On the last day we were taken to the biggest temple complex of all Asia: Also if we could not take any photos of the beautiful Akshardham temple, we all enjoyed a lot and carry the images of the statues, the story of Swami Narayan and the fountain show in our memories.
But I also learned in the ast month: To practise for Mood Indigo in December Michael and me have now started inventing a choreography of many different kinds of Western dancing. Mother taught me how to stich and in teamwork we already completed the first item, a beautiful and warm cap, which I surely will use on my Himalaya trip next year. Over all I joined Hindi classes or some days, which already helped me to understand some new sentences.
Finally I would like to thank you for integrating me so much in your community. Looking foreward to the South India trip, which will start on 9th of November, I am sure I will again have a lot to write about. Thank you for your support!
In the last month again I got to know a new festival: Diwali was not only a loud and shining experience, but also an opportunity to be together with family and friends. My host family and me have again been to Badlapur in the house of father's parents, where we burned lots of firecrackers and I tried to do a Rangoli. We also have been to a relatives house in Ghatkopar and we had dinner in a noble restaurant in Mulund West to celebrate the festival of lights. Lastly I had a really good day with many of the other IYE-students, when my host family invited them for lunch to our house. As many of them do not get any kind of nonveg food in their host families, they were very enthused when they got the smell of chicken and pork sausages.
Apart from celebrating Diwali, the month of October was full of travelling. I got to know the famous Taj Hotel from inside, when all Germans staying in Mumbai were invited from the German consulate to celebrate our Day Of Unity, which was on 3rd of October. After almost three months two of the other Inbounds and me could again enjoy food of our home country – German bread, sausages and cabbage and real blackforest cherrycake are just a few things of the wide menu.
I also have pleasent memories of Nashik, where my host parents showed me many tempels, a huge museum of mineral stones, the caves of the Pandavas brothers and the holy river Godavari. They also took me to Thane, where we have been to a circus – someties I really suffered with the artists, playing with fire, knifes or balancing themselves on running horses.
By my second host family I have been invited to a concert of classical Indian music, which took place in Sion. The music full of rhythm and power was really amazing.
Last but not least I have visited the capital of India, actually I just came back from the RYLA in Dehli, where 16 other Inbounds and me stayed in a meditation centre of the Brahma Kumaris. Unfortunately we did not see so much from the city itself, but we got to know many new people and also, through the theme sessions, ourselves a bit better. On the last day we were taken to the biggest temple complex of all Asia: Also if we could not take any photos of the beautiful Akshardham temple, we all enjoyed a lot and carry the images of the statues, the story of Swami Narayan and the fountain show in our memories.
But I also learned in the ast month: To practise for Mood Indigo in December Michael and me have now started inventing a choreography of many different kinds of Western dancing. Mother taught me how to stich and in teamwork we already completed the first item, a beautiful and warm cap, which I surely will use on my Himalaya trip next year. Over all I joined Hindi classes or some days, which already helped me to understand some new sentences.
Finally I would like to thank you for integrating me so much in your community. Looking foreward to the South India trip, which will start on 9th of November, I am sure I will again have a lot to write about. Thank you for your support!
1. Quartalbericht
Dear Counsellor Dr. Minal Gupte, dear Roratians,
Now, that I have already spent three months and a half in the big and beautiful city of Mumbai, I got to know so much about the Indian culture, the different languages and the mentality. Impressed of the new enviroment I came in, I opened a Blog in the Internet to share my experiences and thoughts with my German family and friends. Giving my tree month report I refer to these texts in the Blog along with my monthly reports given to my host club.
Remembering my very first impression of India I would like to share with you a small part of my first Internet report translated into English:
„Yes, all is different over here. The air is wet and warm, every corner, every street smells different. It is generally louder. The colours are much more intensive, there are people everywhere. Till now I did not see a cow on the streets, but some dogs looking for something edible.
Arriving in the house of my first home, the house of family Mokashi, my bags could enter before me. I firstly recieved a kind of red and yellow powder on my forehead. Then, before anybody could tell me how, I took a step in – unfortunately with the left foot. Luckily I was told, that my families are not that strict with old traditions, so I was calmed again.“
By now of course I do have seen cows on the streets. More and more I also try to learn and understand the rituals and traditions followed by my host family. I really got interested in the old Indian mytholgy, I like to listen to stories of Ramayana and Mahabharta and I am always happy, if, entering a Hindu temple, I can make out the names of the different gods, and maybe also the relations amongst them. The many different names and appiriences of just one single god are quiet confusing to me, though I always try to somehow connect them with the trinity Brahma-Vishnu-Mahesh to remember them.
In my first month I startet joining Yoga classes, which I still enjoy. Almost daily I do breathing and streching exercises and relax. Thanks my host mother I also learned some basics of Hindi and the scripture in two months time. Just today I will start with Hindi classes, to learn something about the grammar aswell.
As I am a student in the V. G. Vaze College in Mulund, I got to know the teaching method here, that differs a lot from the classes in Germany. I also have been invited to an other college in Mulund to make a speech about my home country.
How I feel, living in Mumbai is a continuous learning process. Specially travelling has to be learned: By now I know how to go by train, by bus, rickshaw, taxi, or walking along the dusty streets without being hit by any vehicle or step on a dog sleeping in the hot sun. My bargaining also has improved quite a lot, what I notice looking into my cupboard and my wallet.
I now come to all the festivals I got to know: Firstly I enjoyed watching the pyramides of men on the birthday of Krishna, trying to reach the colourful Handi with yellow Dahi inside. Hardly two weeks later Ganpati celebrations were going on and I learned a lot of new recipies; Poha, Aluwari, Cachori and Puranpoli are just a few of them. In honor of the occasion I also wore my Saree for the first time, it was given to me on my birthday, which took place just one day after my arrival in India. Not only putting on the Saree, but also walking and sitting with such a lot of textil around me was more difficult than I thought. I participated in Poojas, Aartis and I watched how the big, colourful statues are immersed in the water.
The time of Nauratri was full of dancing. I loved playing Garba and Dandiya to the loud music with its strong rythm. I aso got some nice prices, but I think they are mostly for being the only blond participant than for my dancing skills. On Dassera, the tenth day, my host family took me to the house of my host grandparents to give them Sona. In the night I saw an exciting burning of the deamon Ravan – I did not think, that the statue was filled with explosive stuff, so I was really impressed by the big fire and the deafening noise.
Still hearing the last firecrackers in the background I remember Diwali. I have never seen so many colours and lights blinking in the darkness! I draw Rangoli, I lit crackers and my host mother tought me the recipy of Coconut Barfi.
Along with the festivals that took place, I also visited a lot of places in and out of Mumbai city.
Apart from Mulund I know Thane, Bandra, Matunga, Andheri and the South of the city quite a bit – I have been to the famous Gateway of India, the beautiful Hanging Gardens, the Aquarium, the Haji Ali Mosk and the Mahalaxmi temple; I visied the Prince of Wales Museum and a photography gallery and on the suggestion of my host father Pradyumna I could even enter one of the courts. I also saw the Taj Hotel not only from outside; as the German consulate invited all Germans staying in Mumbai to celebrate the 19th German day of unity there, I also had the chance to see the famous christal room. I got to know the National Park during hiking or trekking tours with other Inbounds or my host family.
I participated in the Monsoon RYLA, which took place in Panvel. I have pleasent memories of the mountains and waterfalls near our hotel.
As already mentioned, my host parents took me to Badlapur, where my host grandparents stay; I always enjoy the fresh air and the relaxed way of living when I am there.
My host family and me made a tour to Vasai, where we visited a relatives house; to Nashik, where we visited the caves of the Pandava brothers, the Godavari river and the famous mineral stone museum; and, together with many other Inbounds, I have been to Ulhasnagar to celebrate the birthday of Victor, which was very well orgainzed by his host club. We had a lot of fun!
Remembering all these trips I am really looking foreward to the South India tour.
I thank Rotary for giving us this great opportunity to get to know India for one year. Although I miss my family and friends in Germany sometimes, I am really glad to be here and I enjoy a lot. Thank you for supporting me!
Now, that I have already spent three months and a half in the big and beautiful city of Mumbai, I got to know so much about the Indian culture, the different languages and the mentality. Impressed of the new enviroment I came in, I opened a Blog in the Internet to share my experiences and thoughts with my German family and friends. Giving my tree month report I refer to these texts in the Blog along with my monthly reports given to my host club.
Remembering my very first impression of India I would like to share with you a small part of my first Internet report translated into English:
„Yes, all is different over here. The air is wet and warm, every corner, every street smells different. It is generally louder. The colours are much more intensive, there are people everywhere. Till now I did not see a cow on the streets, but some dogs looking for something edible.
Arriving in the house of my first home, the house of family Mokashi, my bags could enter before me. I firstly recieved a kind of red and yellow powder on my forehead. Then, before anybody could tell me how, I took a step in – unfortunately with the left foot. Luckily I was told, that my families are not that strict with old traditions, so I was calmed again.“
By now of course I do have seen cows on the streets. More and more I also try to learn and understand the rituals and traditions followed by my host family. I really got interested in the old Indian mytholgy, I like to listen to stories of Ramayana and Mahabharta and I am always happy, if, entering a Hindu temple, I can make out the names of the different gods, and maybe also the relations amongst them. The many different names and appiriences of just one single god are quiet confusing to me, though I always try to somehow connect them with the trinity Brahma-Vishnu-Mahesh to remember them.
In my first month I startet joining Yoga classes, which I still enjoy. Almost daily I do breathing and streching exercises and relax. Thanks my host mother I also learned some basics of Hindi and the scripture in two months time. Just today I will start with Hindi classes, to learn something about the grammar aswell.
As I am a student in the V. G. Vaze College in Mulund, I got to know the teaching method here, that differs a lot from the classes in Germany. I also have been invited to an other college in Mulund to make a speech about my home country.
How I feel, living in Mumbai is a continuous learning process. Specially travelling has to be learned: By now I know how to go by train, by bus, rickshaw, taxi, or walking along the dusty streets without being hit by any vehicle or step on a dog sleeping in the hot sun. My bargaining also has improved quite a lot, what I notice looking into my cupboard and my wallet.
I now come to all the festivals I got to know: Firstly I enjoyed watching the pyramides of men on the birthday of Krishna, trying to reach the colourful Handi with yellow Dahi inside. Hardly two weeks later Ganpati celebrations were going on and I learned a lot of new recipies; Poha, Aluwari, Cachori and Puranpoli are just a few of them. In honor of the occasion I also wore my Saree for the first time, it was given to me on my birthday, which took place just one day after my arrival in India. Not only putting on the Saree, but also walking and sitting with such a lot of textil around me was more difficult than I thought. I participated in Poojas, Aartis and I watched how the big, colourful statues are immersed in the water.
The time of Nauratri was full of dancing. I loved playing Garba and Dandiya to the loud music with its strong rythm. I aso got some nice prices, but I think they are mostly for being the only blond participant than for my dancing skills. On Dassera, the tenth day, my host family took me to the house of my host grandparents to give them Sona. In the night I saw an exciting burning of the deamon Ravan – I did not think, that the statue was filled with explosive stuff, so I was really impressed by the big fire and the deafening noise.
Still hearing the last firecrackers in the background I remember Diwali. I have never seen so many colours and lights blinking in the darkness! I draw Rangoli, I lit crackers and my host mother tought me the recipy of Coconut Barfi.
Along with the festivals that took place, I also visited a lot of places in and out of Mumbai city.
Apart from Mulund I know Thane, Bandra, Matunga, Andheri and the South of the city quite a bit – I have been to the famous Gateway of India, the beautiful Hanging Gardens, the Aquarium, the Haji Ali Mosk and the Mahalaxmi temple; I visied the Prince of Wales Museum and a photography gallery and on the suggestion of my host father Pradyumna I could even enter one of the courts. I also saw the Taj Hotel not only from outside; as the German consulate invited all Germans staying in Mumbai to celebrate the 19th German day of unity there, I also had the chance to see the famous christal room. I got to know the National Park during hiking or trekking tours with other Inbounds or my host family.
I participated in the Monsoon RYLA, which took place in Panvel. I have pleasent memories of the mountains and waterfalls near our hotel.
As already mentioned, my host parents took me to Badlapur, where my host grandparents stay; I always enjoy the fresh air and the relaxed way of living when I am there.
My host family and me made a tour to Vasai, where we visited a relatives house; to Nashik, where we visited the caves of the Pandava brothers, the Godavari river and the famous mineral stone museum; and, together with many other Inbounds, I have been to Ulhasnagar to celebrate the birthday of Victor, which was very well orgainzed by his host club. We had a lot of fun!
Remembering all these trips I am really looking foreward to the South India tour.
I thank Rotary for giving us this great opportunity to get to know India for one year. Although I miss my family and friends in Germany sometimes, I am really glad to be here and I enjoy a lot. Thank you for supporting me!
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