// One week has gone by since I moved to Puducherry, India. I’m going to study peace and conflict studies with Kulturstudier. South Asia is the perfect location for these studies! The region’s history is rich with both violent conflicts and huge peace movements, I can’t wait to learn more about it. We will also be doing
As I start writing this, I’m sitting in a ghost town. This is our study centre. It wasn’t always like this. It used to be much noisier. I walk into the classroom, taking care to leave my footwear behind. I have this sudden urge to arrange the name cards of everyone on their most frequent
De sidste uger har været krævende, travle og vidunderligt spændende. En uge lavede vi feltarbejde i to NGO’er, som fortjener et par kommentarer. Nu er mine tanker kun beskæftiget med forsøget på at begribe en lille, stærk kvinde, som på fjortende år faster som protest mod en indisk lov, der har mange liv på samvittigheden
It is surreal. One day I am sitting soaking up the honking of the horns, the shouting of desperate vendors, the stench of urine mixed with the sweet scent of cow dung and the constant noise of the fan at night. The next day I am in the most serene place I have been in
Lidt om Chidambaram og Pichavaram Jeg nåede denne weekend et mætningspunkt. Pondicherry, der ellers går for at være en ganske fredelig, småvestlig by blev alligevel for meget luftforurening, utrættelig larm, byvarme og sælgere med speciale i at genere mennesker med lysere hud end deres egen. En kort pause bød på mangroveskov, solopgang, luft helt ned
Det er vanskelig å ha en realistisk følelse av tid. Vi har bodd i Pondicherry godt over tre uker. Tiden har gått ufattelig fort, men samtidig føles det som vi har bodd her mye lenger. Lørdag kveld var vi fem jenter som satt på en buss fra Chidambaram til Pondicherry. Vi hadde vært på en
It was a warm evening, a standard in Pondicherry. The air was tense with anticipation not only was a storm brewing in the sky but there was a wild frenzy in Maison Raja, the lovely abode of the Kulturstudier students. Saris were being wrapped around in an elegant and baffling manner, guys were putting on
Her er lidt om min anden uge i Pondy (som man kalder byen, hvis man føler sig berettiget til brug af lokalslang – så den kategori vil jeg hermed placere mig selv i). Lidt om hinduistisk vandring i bare tæer, hellige affaldsspande og sarishopping op til mystisk bryllup. Mandag eftermiddag kørte den samlede flok af
Just when you get complacent with everything you have learnt, life makes you realise you haven’t really begun. This is what Pondicherry has been to me in the past two weeks. Peace and Conflict in Pondy is something I had been eyeing for the past five years. I yearned, and I schemed. I must add
“Do you see the moon standing over there? There is only half of it to see, And yet it is round, and fair! So it is with several things That we mock confidently, Because our eyes see them not.” That is the English translation (source: http://german.about.com/od/literature/a/Der-Mond-Ist-Aufgegangen.htm) of my favourite stanza from the German song
