Why? Exactly! This semester, the better term monsoon is over and now can or could begin the second part of my trip to India. Traveling!
actually all started much earlier, with Diwali in Chandru and his parents. We (a small group consisting of mainly students of JNU dt) spent the most important holiday of the year for Indians in a small village in Rajasthan near Jaipur. Nearby is how to explore and even then in Australia, less than 250 Km What could stop our previous Partytrüpchen fun and not by the unique opportunity with our chartered minibus the local "Outback". We were most welcome at that time, the hospitality knew no limits, I do not need to mention certainly. But what has this got to do with recent events? A lot. For anyone who has "tasted blood" has - or better: who was allowed to see the familiar charm of an Indian family is like a drug no longer away from her.
So I booked my train ticket to the east in early December, to Varanasi, the holiest place for Hindus in general. Therefore sacred, because that is where the infamous cremations performed in the sacred Ganges. On if arg already reminiscent of commercialization (as 24-hour operation), absolutely breathtaking procession. For obvious reasons, there is reverence to no evidence in the form of pictures!
The program was completed by all sorts of temple tours, university tours, I'm really jealous have made the break of dawn, and a two-hour rowing boat experience on the said river. A hired for the day student who wanted to earn a few "Mark" has chauffeured me on the scooter to Sarnath, where I once again drew dotted with temples and ruins to heart. worth mentioning here is that the "magic triangle" consisting of Varanasi including Sarnath, Bodh Gaya and Patna is the stronghold for Hindus and Buddhists in general.
said than done, it went to the hostel provided by train ticket to Patna. There, with perceived ten hours late (but were just silly 2 hours) arrived, I was greeted Reetesh, an Indian friend from JNU. I met him by accident. He spoke to me on campus, if I were German, and could help him in German and European history. Since the local textbooks not give much, I curse myself as a history Leistungskursler and next at even use every opportunity in order to glorify the Indo-German friendship, "I said without thinking too long.
He waited on the platform at any rate true to my approach chugging train, and was felt at least as excited as I am. Added to this was that I did not know by the delay, when and where I need to get off. And the fact that All sleeping car - the English do not speak compartment was also not help me on there. 
His family received me warmly, however, and served up to me at once to all sorts of delicacies. It did not matter that it was about a clock at night, and we wanted the next day at 6 clock out of bed. For a day trip to Bodhgaya (one of the centers of the Buddhists) was on the scene. Like everything in India, one might have about the car ride alone write a full report. Just this: We were stopped by a mob of people and had to go otherwise, since the angry groups here an Indian on a public road with a self-fabricated Have gun shot. That happens to a not all days ... The last day I spent with Reetesh in Patna, where I could put on my negotiating skills to the test markets, and I include a kurta - a traditional clothing - bought. Unfortunately I had to re-enter all sorts of tastings and gifts on the train. It was Gen. home. Home with this, since I have spent the last half year in JNU in New Delhi. And so home, there was an old friend and fellow sufferer alias Ben visit me from Leipzig for battered five weeks in India and happy with all sorts of sweets and typical German habits.
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