Mumbai – Crazy rides in the city

I was walking along the street on my way home from a café one evening. Some guy on a motorbike stopped by and asked if I wanted a ride. Sure, I said and jumped on. How could I be so naive? Quite soon I realized that the guy couldn’t drive straight. I told him to drive...

Mumbai – The Slum and the food

When I first came here I had already booked my accommodation in advance. It was Just a bed in a room in a flat that I shared with four Indian young guys. I found this accommodation through a group on Facebook I was advised to check out by someone I hardly know. I said...

Me writing

​I had mixed feeling towards starting to write in English. After all it is not my mother tongue. I was worried about that I might type mistakes. But whatever. Everything does not always have to be according to the rules. Never mind. I write for myself anyway. Make me...

Mumbai – How I am settling in PART 2

Just the muadh would be enough to drive anyone of they where I come from crazy. Maybe not as crazy as the guy shouting his prayer out through the rough, poor-quality speakers that barks across the slum. But still crazy as in having chaos and burning fire underneath...

Mumbai – How I am settling in PART 1

In a city big enough to make even superstars tiny.​ I mean here is many of them and you can hardly see the sky. I feel like an elephant that have laid down for almost too long now. Not because the size of my body is too heavy and that I am about to die from crushing...