Vrásky z indické lásky – Havel David (2021)

India is as warm as a mother's softest embrace, but also raw and strict like a dominatrix in latex. Touching like the story of Bambi, yet also raw like Bambi's mother after an encounter with a hunter. Dangerous just like Brno's Cejl at night, and vibrating, buzzing, and living at its own pace like the most crowded human hive in the world. India is surprising, absorbing, and perhaps different than you think. India is simply magic. Still don't have an idea of what lies beneath these words and what India really is? No worries. Dive into these pages and I will bring you closer to this bizarre world within a world from the perspective of an ordinary guy. In my memories, I will take you through the alleys of a slum in Delhi, where I learned the principle of humility from the poorest of the poor. In the Himalayas, we will receive a lesson in respect from monks. So that we realize in Manali that not everyone deserves it. The Golden Temple in Amritsar will recount a tale that goodness still exists in people, and in the desert of Pushkar, you might come to understand, just like I did, that you can't save the world. The ghats of Varanasi will bear witness to how bittersweet death can be. And Mumbai? There, in Dharavi, India will definitively break our hearts. But perhaps you will continue to love it. Just like I do.