I’v been in Mumbai for 5 hours now. In an airport, no-man’s land, as a transit. People stare in Mumbai, and the Wifi is not working. Why does the security personnel need to wear camouflage-suits? Equal rights are not the most significant feature in here, I’m pondering, as I jump in front of a queue of men at the security point. Not as bad human rights violation, as the one I had to witness very closely on a plane: As soon as I got some sleep, I woke up with someone probing my nipples. That Indian guy next to me. I hit him in the fingers and turn my back at him. Then he tried to approach me from behind. I hit him again and learned my lesson: As I wouldn’t go lying naked near a rat’s nest, I shouldn’t go near (Indian) men without a bra, sixteen shirts and a blanket. The same kind of behavior seems to apply with both of these species.
(Perhaps this can be a bit over-exaggerated. Surely there are some well-mannered men in India just waiting to introduce themselves, and that’s why they’ve been staring shamelessly at me quite a while in this airport. Also not all rats bite.)
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