28/jan a little bit of scatology?

It was 16h o'clock, and I decided to go to the beach, and walk a little bit, alone. But this time, I turned on the left side, towards the fishing village. After walking for a while, I sat down and started observing; 2 dead turtles, with lots of ravens (corbs) around. A 15 years old boy taking a shit 10 meters far from me, on my right side, 2 more boys seating next to me (10 cm) after 1 minute of being there, looking at me. One of them is spiting all the time. Sound of ravens. After 1 minute, 2 men came and started pissing 5 meters in front of me. Smell of shit. After 30 seconds, I heard a strange noise just behind me. There was a man taking a shit. In the shore, on the left side, a man cleaning himself after all these 'nature calls'... I decided to change place, I thought I was in the wrong place, in the bathroom area. But It was the same. I could continue writing about my next 15 minutes in that place, but it was almost the same. So well, it's clear that here, at least in this place, people only need 3 or 4 meters to find their own intimacy. Of course, only men. I havn't seen a single woman in the beach. The sun is going down, so maybe is the time for these human needs, when there's still a little bit of sun. The tide is down. There are thousand of boats on the beach, and a hundred in the water. Every 300 meters, there's a group of people buying and selling the fish. This beac is full of life, in all its forms. Is lije a huge house without walls. It's the house, the job, the bathroom, the playing area... everything visible. Soon is going to rain, the sky is too dark.
So, we could say that there are 6 rows in this village. The sea, and main reason for all these people to be here (90% of them came from another state, from andra pradesh, a.p.). 2nd, the shore (wet), were boats unload the fish, and where people clean themselves. Then the shore (dry), where people walk, where children play, where women clean the fish, and where people take shits. The 4th is where they leave the boats. Number 5th... where they throw all the rubbish, full of ravens, cows and flies, and after that, the village, costructed with palm leaves, and mud, without water nor electricity.
Just when I was walking in the row number 5, it started raining. The sky was black, a litlle bit scary. Another scary thing, much more scary I would say, is that I've seen boys children in the street during the whole day. Buit not only today. They are always working. Some of them clining, others begging, others working the fish... Do they study? or play? I guess that even if being free, many families can not afford to feed (alimentar) another person, if this person is not productive.
So, in this kind of atmospheres, one would expect sadness. But not at all. I don't know if it's the 'hinduism' in itself, that says that one must accept his cast, work, fatalities, without interfering in it... 'for it's the path to happiness. Otherwise, there would be chaos in the universe...' I took these sentences from a book I'm reading now about india, and its casts, and I think that explains many of the things that one can see around. The book is 'a fine balance', from rohinton mistry.
Theis morning I sent a package with my books, 5 books that I've read, and I've liked enough to keep them forever. It took me 2 hours to prepare everything. First you have to prepare the package, and after that they cover it with cloth, and they sew it and seal it with wax. And only tailors can do all these things. After that, once in the main post office, only 1 person working in 20 windows, and of course, a long queue. Everything together, a small eternity. And pluys the indians that always try to pass the other and avoif the queue. One came just before me, and he was extremelly agressive. I was a little bit scared, but nothing happened at the end.

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