the August 15th is a national holiday here in India, is the anniversary of independence and my day started with murals that made me nod, pinning a small paper flag of India on the chest
the boys came to school for only a brief patriotic ceremony, with special care for the hoisting of the flag and anthem that still occur every Monday morning
for children of Catholic faith, there was also the religious celebration so we all went together to the parish for putting the song
the Gospel of Mary is a young pregnant woman who pays a visit to Elizabeth herself pregnant
is a song by an intense flavor feminine: Elizabeth leaped in her womb at the greeting of her cousin
I think these two women to maternity
still bear their children in the womb and already agreed to unconditionally donate the world can not even choose the name
their vocation of women, protect, preserve to grow feed, does not mean for them, mothers , possession of the fruit of their womb
with Henry and Nicholas prayed for us and for all educators, for other groups of our Lasallian offering a service to children: boys and girls I meet people I work with here
are not mine and I will work
the rest of the day is spent unpretentious
waiting for us at night but a trip to waterfalls Kutralam
us were Bro. Vincent, soul mate Nicola, and Bro. Johnson
good company
we arrived at our destination at about five o'clock in the morning, ride jeep is cool (!) But it is too easy
the resourceful backpacker travel and few comforts is fascinating to find out how many redundant unnecessary frills hides our everyday
when we submitted this trip we have ever talked, or rather mentioned only to nature, "Waterfalls"
my vivid imagination had imagined a wild and unspoiled scenery inaccessible to man ...
instead we found ourselves in the place with the highest population density finesettimanale
a bit 'Host of the sultry summer weekends!
lavatories
the ghostly waterfalls were nothing but lavatories : Indians do file more than half an hour, during which body and hair
sprinkle of scented oils
then abruptly wash, shampoo for the more rapid stubborn, under the forceful stream of Casaca
elbow to elbow on another's elbows or better, complete with beatings if the rude guard (sgarbataggine understandable since it has to stand in water for hours) he realizes that replaced most of the lawful twenty-three seconds!
the entire ritual takes place here would be granted - sacrilege - to emphasize,
men and women separate so
alone
I left my bold companions and I are immersed in this sea of \u200b\u200bsaris and long hair loose
blacks white iris in a field of iris blacks
vangogh
I was in line with their
between them looked at me curious
fun
but soon returned to their anointed rite
Has anyone tried to speak in Tamil
has some utter a few words about my bad English chewed while the line ran from
and this sort of baptism approached
to a predictable script , the first to impact with the water was cold feet, chills
between a push and the other faces
the fun and laughter, breathing cut off blacks and colors hair perfumes
uncontaminated water and cold jet, took me back to me
to my body, shivering breath
cropped jeans uncomfortable stiff legs stuck to the bare shoulders Sleeveless
water powerful head
few seconds in reality
and the struggle of women for a moment more of continuous shower
but I feel so alive
seems to take the water to flow into the lymph
mix
second Indian baptism
the boys came to school for only a brief patriotic ceremony, with special care for the hoisting of the flag and anthem that still occur every Monday morning
for children of Catholic faith, there was also the religious celebration so we all went together to the parish for putting the song
the Gospel of Mary is a young pregnant woman who pays a visit to Elizabeth herself pregnant
is a song by an intense flavor feminine: Elizabeth leaped in her womb at the greeting of her cousin
I think these two women to maternity
still bear their children in the womb and already agreed to unconditionally donate the world can not even choose the name
their vocation of women, protect, preserve to grow feed, does not mean for them, mothers , possession of the fruit of their womb
with Henry and Nicholas prayed for us and for all educators, for other groups of our Lasallian offering a service to children: boys and girls I meet people I work with here
are not mine and I will work
the rest of the day is spent unpretentious
waiting for us at night but a trip to waterfalls Kutralam
us were Bro. Vincent, soul mate Nicola, and Bro. Johnson
good company
we arrived at our destination at about five o'clock in the morning, ride jeep is cool (!) But it is too easy
the resourceful backpacker travel and few comforts is fascinating to find out how many redundant unnecessary frills hides our everyday
when we submitted this trip we have ever talked, or rather mentioned only to nature, "Waterfalls"
my vivid imagination had imagined a wild and unspoiled scenery inaccessible to man ...
instead we found ourselves in the place with the highest population density finesettimanale a bit 'Host of the sultry summer weekends!
lavatories
the ghostly waterfalls were nothing but lavatories : Indians do file more than half an hour, during which body and hair
sprinkle of scented oils
then abruptly wash, shampoo for the more rapid stubborn, under the forceful stream of Casaca
elbow to elbow on another's elbows or better, complete with beatings if the rude guard (sgarbataggine understandable since it has to stand in water for hours) he realizes that replaced most of the lawful twenty-three seconds!
the entire ritual takes place here would be granted - sacrilege - to emphasize,
men and women separate so
alone
I left my bold companions and I are immersed in this sea of \u200b\u200bsaris and long hair loose
blacks white iris in a field of iris blacks
vangogh
I was in line with their
between them looked at me curious
fun
but soon returned to their anointed rite
Has anyone tried to speak in Tamil
has some utter a few words about my bad English chewed while the line ran from
and this sort of baptism approached
to a predictable script , the first to impact with the water was cold feet, chills
between a push and the other faces
the fun and laughter, breathing cut off blacks and colors hair perfumes
uncontaminated water and cold jet, took me back to me
to my body, shivering breath
cropped jeans uncomfortable stiff legs stuck to the bare shoulders Sleeveless
water powerful head
few seconds in reality
and the struggle of women for a moment more of continuous shower
but I feel so alive
seems to take the water to flow into the lymph
mix
second Indian baptism
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