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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh Pal
The year was 1974 and that year the monsoon had brought biblical rains all over Hindustan, soaking without any partiality Hindus and Muslims, and causing massive floods all over North India. My wife Janina and I left Delhi around the end of August completely unaware of how desperate the situation was between the capital and Raxoul, a town only a few hundred kilometers in the East and on the border with Nepal. The train journey was a long, wet ordeal, involving many unscheduled halts in hitherto unknown places, plus several changes of itinerary due to the impossibility of crossing areas that had turned into vast lakes. At last, three days after we'd left Delhi Janina and I reached Raxoul. It was late in the evening; humidity was way up there, and thick clouds of insects buzzed around each one of the few crooked and rusted lampposts that were trying to illuminate the small, rain drenched square outside the Raxoul station. Through the thin haze we could see a guest house nearby on the left. It looked quite rundown, but for one night it could have done...
G. Albero
My new, unconventional life started on a hot and sunny South Italian day in 1972. Until then I'd been an average, restless, and dissatisfied young Neapolitan. That fateful day, in the morning, my whole world changed.
I was trying to follow a lecture at the University of Naples. The antique hall was packed. Standing sweaty and confused way back behind a thick crowd of allegedly eager learners, I could not understand a word of what the lecturer was saying. I felt anxious and frustrated. I wanted to leave that antique hall and breathe some fresh air. What I really wanted to do was travel to faraway lands; explore the world; live the life of a true adventurer. As a consequence, a few weeks later I left Naples, and a long journey began. At present I reside in a relatively peaceful small village in South India, and aside from writing and hoping that some day sweating over a keyboard will pay off, what I do very seriously nowadays is my best to stay out of troubles.
