The day after the arrival of my friend in Delhi, I explained to her the difficulty that I have had to meet people. I am talking about the hundreds of weird Indian guys who want to “be my friend” or about expatriates who spend their evenings trashing India. These are easy to find. But the others it’s another story, maybe even more because with experience you become hyper suspicious (perhaps too much).
And as to contradict me, this is what has happened the same day: my friend and I were sitting on the balcony when I noticed the neighbours of the first floor of the opposite house (about 20 years old) packing a frame.
Half an hour later the doorbell rang.
A young Indian with spots glasses.
That handed me over a frame!
One of his friends had visited an exhibition and purchased (for €12) the following piece of propaganda for Bibles:
And he thought that this poster would be better in its place in my house!