You know those days that just. won’t. end.
Those days that seems like a waste of energy, make up,
effort and normally results in a glass of wine.
Or wanting to climb back into bed.
I had one of those weeks, except I don’t have wine, cannot vent to
anybody and found the situation just getting worse despite my best
efforts. And yet, within the madness,
the crazy working days and relentless heat I found a little moment of kindness.
The first one I remember happened in Swaziland. I had taken the weekend off to meet friends
in Swaziland and crossed the border just before dark that night. Being in a strange country, I got lost and
finally pulled off the road to get my bearings while sitting with the map on my
lap. A pickup pulled over just behind
me, a lady jumped off, running to ask me if I’m ok and if she can help…
Actually, I just drove past the turn-off, she directed me and watched until she
saw me reach my hostel.
Such a simple gesture, and yet at that point, meant the
world to me. I’d been driving for five hours. It was my first weekend off in
seven months and I was still trying to deal with the death of my father.
Yesterday I found a strange gesture of kindness in the mad
city of Delhi. Don’t get me wrong – I like cities, I like the vibe, the
lifelines of it all and the dreams people come to cities with. Delhi, however, is another story – pretty
amazing, but you have to spend some getting to understand it.
After the shoot, I made my way outside to find an auto. It’s 11 at night, the time everybody warned
me against. Everybody: my flat mate, my landlord, colleagues, friends –
everybody warned to take care at night. Not to go out after 10pm and if so, not
to travel alone. Delhi, unfortunately
does come with a reputation.
The camera crew was 5min behind me and finally helped me
find an auto. There is a weird
relationship within a crew – we trust each other with our lives. While they are busy discussing it, a couple
asked me whether I knew them and if I need help. Kind, but firm. Clearly knowing the reputation the city has
and how it feels to be new in a city.
I smiled, I’ve been here seven weeks. It’s the one I’ll never forget.
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