My
non-god-child, Marie at nearly 3 years, telling her parents that she whishes me
to come so she can be the small deciding-bum (Im the big one, which is the
reason I can decide over her – I must admit that her potential to become even
bigger than me is enormous). Coming home is not the worst thing that can
happen.
Guests in Silversands
(the camp), who tells that they’d asked one of the guides, Jeetu, whether any
guests with Aquaterra had made a bigger impression than others and he answered
me (as in Pernille).
Rohit, who’s
in housekeeping at Atali, knocking on my door, the day before he’s returning home
on a leave (it takes him a day to reach home) asking me to transfer the
pictures, I’ve taken at Atali to his phone, so he could show them at home. And
not least his smile when I gave him his phone back with the pictures.
15 girls on
their way to school in full uniform greeting me on my morning cycling this
morning.
5 cups of chai
(spiced Indian tea), the number of cups, I easily get to drink in a single
morning in camp, because everybody keeps offering Pernille-didi (big sister) one
more.
Rakesh in
camp, who says ”Good morning Pernille-didi”, every time he sees me – except for
in the mornings, there he says ”Good night” (because he knows perfectly well
what to say). And that Beer Singh, a driver, says ”Good evening” no matter what
time of day he meets me, because he doesn’t know the difference… In Hindi it’s Namaste
or Namaskar all day – and night.
Vikas wearing
my wide brimmed hat: ”Now, Im Pernille-bullar” (Pernille-younger brother the
male version of big sister me).
My self-made
song in Garwhali (the local language in this area), which I sing fairly
regularly for the boys to their great joy and cheers. They all sing along as well
and sometimes even sing it without me. It’s actually more of a rap and not very
long, but it goes like this: Kaka jani, kaka jani, kaka kaka kaka kaka kaka
jani – bullar, meaning: where are you going younger brother …
Letters from home.
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