Next to the
temple, I spotted a small rural village. Where cows and children were walking
in the street. Being with Padma, the manager of the merchandise company for
Yvie, it was easier to enter one of the houses and this lovely family welcomed
us and offered us food and a view in their life. The food was just
harvested and spread out on the floor. The
children slept on mats on the ground, the grandma in a single bed in the spare
room and the husband and wife slept in a single bed in the living room. After
talking to them for an hour I really needed to go to the toilet. I was
directed outside and told to follow their son. A whole group of women and
children gathered around me. They where all directing me to the toilet, which was behind
one of the houses. The toilet was a hole in the
ground and did not contain a door. I am not very shy in
general, but my 20 followers decided not to leave and instead decided to
regard my toilet visit as some kind of happening. Although I had
viewers, I really had to go to the toilet. After trying to politely get
rid of them, which didn’t work very well, did I squat down, put my hair in
front of my face (like that would help) and went to the toilet. While I was using the bathroom, one of the ladies kept throwing water in the toilet, sort of between my
legs. Awkward. Being back in the house I asked Padma if it was
a common thing in India, to accompany people going to the bathroom? She laughed and said that they were just too
curious and probably had never seen a white women pee. She thought I could possibly become a returning story of the village. I watched the film Fame many times when I was young, and clearly remember the scene in which the actors had to perform on stage how they go to the toilet. I suppose "Fame" is where you least expect it.
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