Ok I like prison....this is a test to see if I can survive with nothing.....I slept, put citronella on the pillow...just in case the roaches didn't like the smell..but the BANGING and the water dripping, what do these Indians do at night. I got up had a wash with my bucket....and walked into the street to find breakfast....I had had a fried egg pancake {dosa}. I also inherited a boy called Keiran....who walked me to Mother Meera Ashram. There she was giving sweets to the children...I bowed and said goodmorning, found Tony who was doing some building work and he said maybe I could teach art right NOW....NOW? give me an hour or two to just process this!!! so here I am in the cafe...going back to my room to lather myself with mosquito cream, they attacked me at the ashram and going back for 2 to teach what!! give me inspiration from somewhere. I will be adding photos, when I find a place to add them to disc....I feel very disorientated.....
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