At that point one of disciple went to open the door, the teacher smiled while the second invited me to go out of the room. Without smiling,i walked the long corridor almost , almost without ......... "exist" .........i thought to have become invisible, I kept wondering ... ... maybe it was better to keep dreaming, maybe the teacher was to remain one of those beautiful things you think just before falling into the arms of Morpheus. But like in the old movies , could not miss a happy ending ... .. In fact, while now I walked like a robot to the exit, a young Indian came up and handed me a letter. The envelope was green, the card inside ivory .........very spice scented,and said: The master Ramana Seva would welcome his presence tonight at the restaurant Suraj rue de Garibaldi 46, 21:30........... to later While reading I only think of how different is the Indian culture, how we associate a certain failure certain difficult s...