Saro and my last amazing week in India.

So, I was at the point when Nico left and I spent that night awake and smoking.

The day after I was quite down, a bit because of the sleepless night, a bit because of the smoking and a lot because I was sad.
But as usually happens in my life as soon as I am alone and sad somewhere there are some angels coming to give me a hand...So it was again.

I went on the terrace of the Hotel to contemplate my miserable lonely destiny when I started to have quite a funny conversation with an italian man, my neighbour, named Saro.

Well Saro turned up to be the best company I could have imagined for my last days in Dehli!! The turning point! The big destiny's chocolate egg surprise!
First thing that impressed me about him is how handsome he was, really astoning, and the second thing was the easiness with which I managed to comunicate with him. We immediately bounded, became good friends, of one of those fresh and instant friendships that are born like they have been there forever. Saro brought me around Dehli to show me the most interesting parts of it, helping me to orientate and giving me the very usefull informations about tha town and about India. Being a guest in India since 15 years he pretty much knew his way and tought me the very best attitude to keep in Dehli not to freak out; we had pretty much a good laugh, good food and he really helped me to overcome my sadness.
I spent 4 or 5 or more days with him, as he was doing his business (trading) I followed and looked, gave a hand now and then, expecially sharing opinions. The good thing about him was that he was also a very creative person, aways busy desining new forniture, his job, and keeping a creative diary very well updated. So one day, I think the day after we met, we decided to spend an afternoon painting! So we did and I started to paint and paint and develop a lot of new ideas, most of which I am making big paintings of.
At the door of his room a little russian girl materialized and she provided us with brushes and colours and talk and dance. So here I was, in a room of Dehli painting and listening to music while Pallina, the russian girl, was dancing for me and Saro.

In the room of my charming friend, which was couzy big and sunny and looked more like a living room then like a cold hotel room, a lot of people gathered; all his friends and collegues, many italians and a bunch of very interesting and funny people. In the last days I was in Dehli I heard amazing stories of India, I met traders, photographers, travellers and all of them pretty fond of each other, like a big family, (expecially the italians) and I felt really lucky I was to meet such people in a moment of such need.

So the last week in Dehli, that was supposed to be sad and tedious was bright and interesting and I gained a loyal friend like there are not many on the planet. Ole'.

So when I left for the airport Pallina and Saro where there to say goodbye, and I confess I really cried to leave them.