Cars, trucks, bikes, jeeps, police patrols, and the solid dirty tarmac, it smells like rocks, boulders, and cow shit. Gosh, that smell!! Comrade stranger in foreign land, strangers, moving vehicles, making me sick, I’m in sleeping trunks, slippers, on these highways, walking endlessly, not a soul in sight, just blue, lights, covering those heavy metalled highways, trucks, lorries, the size of locomotives, why do I go out their, without money or phone? Just the confusion in the metros, Natives, villagers, workers, busses overcrowded, children playing, driving me crazy. I’m so sick of them, like I feel them wanting to get massacred with super weapons that terrorist wear these days. I feel so strange. What if I get abducted, hit by someone on the highway, they won’t even find my body?! Amazing thrill, a rush, in day light it was like meeting prostitutes from the TV center, the open space, the sky so pure, people so foreign, so sacred. Mother!!