garbage experiences
I travel on the train from Agra to Delhi. I just got my incredibly delicious Indian Take Away enjoyed dinner and left behind: Waste.
Where to put it? My eyes peer through the car, but nirgenwo is a trash can discover. And my response to the space between the cars is unsuccessful.
When I return to my seat, I see my Indian fellow passengers with that typical mix of Indian helpfulness and sensationalism. I try to describe my problem. A family man points out the window. I am white, he has shown some time ago his little son how to properly throw garbage from the train window, but that is not determined but the only solution. I remember the condition of the embankments and begin to doubt me. I try to imagine seriously mentally waste my equal to throw out the window. It feels terrible.
I answer half jokingly, half seriously: "I just can not do this, it's a cultural thing. I am from Germany shake. "Indians and I are laughing. Meanwhile, the scene
has also attracted the conductor. I ask him what to do with my garbage. He also points out the window. I ask him with a presumably to Verweiflung bordering expression on the face, if not somewhere on this train a trash can. His face gets a paternal train: this poor foreigner should be helped to schlieβlich he is here the authority figure. He takes me to his Schaffnerkabuff. I would be looking for the longed- Dustbin. But there is none. But I can then throw the garbage in the corner on the floor. Really? It is meant seriously. I throw the garbage in the corner.
I have pangs of conscience that is now my garbage in the area of the conductor. Later me comes a comforting thought: He's probably the rubbish, as soon as I was no longer in the area, gets thrown out the window.
I am glad that is big respect for the cultural idiosyncrasies and oddities of different people in India so and I will be very warm feeling.
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