Why people going to pack their life up and start a journey? Before I left London…this noisy city, I went to India. No real reason, only for the joy of being able to go. I didn’t really want to go this time, because last year was so amazing I didn’t really want to destroy my great image but on the other hand I was honest to myself. I started to get crazy. My work made me worse day by day and the awful routine.. My whole life was a mess. What can be worse than living in a house with the Chinese landlord who got OCD and who doesn’t let me use my mouthwash cause according to him it’s hurting his eyes. To live between a huge and smog logged 6 traffic lane main road and a gigantic cemetery made me miss nature, the noise of birds and the smell of flowers and fresh air. I ended up crying to my GP to be unable to work like this. I couldn’t really explain to her my situation just used her as a step to get strong enough to be able to pack my bag and move. I knew there is nothing really and nobody who could help me, only myself. That’s not a big philosophy. That is common sense. So I gave my notice and started to be excited to have a new start from zero. Arriving to Delhi with high temperature and tired wasn’t the way I imagined to go bact to India, but I didn’t want to stay home and thinking how I missed the chance. I saw my friend in Delhi Airport and we headed to Haridwar by the usual way, with a “private” company, who were just running around in Delhi for hours only to find some more travelers to fill up the bus. We arrived at the evening, quite exhausted and I was really mean with the riksa drivers. We stayed with a local family, who we found through Couchsurfing. The guy, Sanil came to meet us by his motorbike and his cousine (but of course it’s just a saying) was sitting behind him. So we followed them by riksa. I fell asleep in the classroom where they made our beds from the bench and my last picture I saw before I fell asleep was this nice looking big lizard on the ceiling. So just to stop for a moment, sometimes I try to match situations to get an abstract feeling. It’s just interesting. Walking every morning with this acid-bubble in the stomach through the way to work, saying “wake up guys!” to the sleepers in the graveyard while thinking about present and future – where future is always the same- shame. Sleeping in a stranger’s house while my friend is walking with the stranger and his dog at the Ganga river is an amazing thing. So let’s sleep and let this lizard eat up all the insects around me! Tomorrow I wake up in Haridwar.