The adventures of a quiet country escort ..( chapter 48)..
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 situations, I was passed from depression to joy in only two minutes; After this good news ......... returned me the smile ...... while the showcase of yet boulangerie tempted me with his croissant .......
After a well deserved shower and a micro / sleep at 21:40......... I stood before the windows of the restaurant, near the entry i found dozens of people, Europeans, Canadians, Japanese, Indians and Americans ......... ... .. everyone was looking around curiously on the other, the French ... .. (they had already tried to get into the restaurant) ... .. they said ,low voice that the door was closed.
The Indians were plastered to the door , proudly waving the invitation as if it were an evening animated by a famous DJ.
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 situations, I was passed from depression to joy in only two minutes; After this good news ......... returned me the smile ...... while the showcase of yet boulangerie tempted me with his croissant .......
After a well deserved shower and a micro / sleep at 21:40......... I stood before the windows of the restaurant, near the entry i found dozens of people, Europeans, Canadians, Japanese, Indians and Americans ......... ... .. everyone was looking around curiously on the other, the French ... .. (they had already tried to get into the restaurant) ... .. they said ,low voice that the door was closed.
The Indians were plastered to the door , proudly waving the invitation as if it were an evening animated by a famous DJ.
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