Memories

Funny! Just had a Swiss trainee on the phone. She is flying to Bombay tomorrow, where she is to stay for a day or two before catching the train to Baroda. I had given her a few contacts in Bombay. Simone, my old flatmate invited her to stay at my old flat in Vakola. "Sabi is going to explain you how to get there." She told her.
Had to reckon a bit before I remembered.
"Hire a prepaid taxi at the airport, pay the price they ask for, even if it will seem insane to you after a few weeks in India, and than tell the driver Vakola police station, than turn left and keep going on the main street until the wine shop appears on your left side and ask the driver 'first right', than 'first left' into that tiny street, reach the little square where the kids are playing cricket who shouted 'Sabi' every evening when I came from work, turn left, than right and than you are there. The flat is on the top floor."

This morning I felt at work a little home sick, like when being in India. After two seconds I realized that Switzerland is just in front of the building. This job is like flying to Bombay every morning and flying back in the evening. I just miss the fresh mosambi juice at my desk and the biryani for lunch.