B rust out, stomach in, flag high!
as if one had forgotten him, is at once started late at night to paint pictures on the sand floor. To each his own, and what he wants. A colorful selection of flags, birds, flowers adorns the ground around the flagpole. Tomorrow is Republic Day! It starts at six! At six? Sigh, as something out sooner. Who is the only course of six clock freshly showered and dressed nicely ready on the mat? The German. Actually I would have to gather, really time that no (Indian) people will really be willing to six. It starts then an hour later.
It is sung, geschauspielt, honored the Porträit the "father of our nation," Gandhi with smoked and painting. There are different program points to .. "Next ... I thank David!" That was just typical, all eyes are on me, it is like clapping wildly and thus remains for me nothing else left as before 90 pairs of eyes an impromptu speech in the style I am proud to be an Indian! keep . As non-Indians can just ride this rail rather worse, why quickly to "how good it is to be a democracy," etc. umgeschient be. After a few minutes everything is over, it is again clapped like mad (although I'm sure that only a small percentage of the attendees has said most of my understanding).
Others prefer to talk about how great India is, and how soon it would become the strongest power in the world. With a small smile but can also, listen very well to come up even if those words with a German and other, more unpleasant thoughts.
The flag is hoisted, all is quiet (really quiet ) is, with right hand at the end of the rising piece of fabric and then saluting the national anthem en ... mumbles ... bawled ... Then there are
(after the now familiar almost never-ending photo shoot .. I tell you, once you have unpacked the camera, it is no longer dependent on ...) a large selection of Indian sweets, which actually already after the first bite of sugar for the next few weeks until the next holiday would be covered.
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