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 my internal organs. Like an elephant. I am not a heavy person, but because of the amount of time I have been laying here now, my internal organs might break soon. My bed is made out of wood and the matrass is of blanket. After some time the gist feels like rock. I have asked my flat mates if they could help me to get two mattresses since I am not used to this. They were kind enough to help me with this. Still little do the mattresses fill their purpose. They are thin enough to be folded in half both together on the length and still be too hard. Which means I am now laying on half a meter width. I had to fold them in this way to deal with it. I have lack of energy. I can hardly move. It has been like this for days now. My body aches. I am terribly sick. Fever and stomach problems. My body is not settling in well to this environment. I guess I am not the first western guy in India feeling this way. I can’t believe how many people I have seen sleeping on the street or on concrete in this city. I have seen people using bricks as pillows. I don’t know how they do it. It must be yoga.
I have been in this city before a couple of times. Every time I’m here it feels like I am getting eaten alive by a monster. Or thrown ten thousand years into the future. As in a dark, dystopian future where people furs through rubbish with their minds completely occupied by basic survival. How to get food and money. To survive is the first goal in this competitive place. Still I try to be prepared for it every time. How can one ever be prepared for this city. This time the monster just had me in its gap and slowly sucked all the juice out of me for joy. Not even worried about getting fed any more. It is just playing with me. It’s nature. It’s the boss. That’s just they way it is. It’s as simple as that.
I wake up from time to time as if I’m walking in and out of a haze. I look down and I see a strange baby whom I don’t recognize. He is chewing on a corner of my mattress and is wearing make-up. He gives me an evil stare also, the creepy little fucker. I am not sure how this is related to my fever but I hope to daze off soon again. I don’t know how to deal with this. At least I have two mattresses now. They say it is common for westerners to get sick when they fist visit India. I am one of them. My stomach has given in and I am being delirious from fever.
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