She is black like tar. The dog lady with her Mona-Lisa smile has been standing there for nearly ten minutes, waiting, waging her tail and looking shyly up to us. “Anything to eat for me?” She is skinny, clearly a female, on the bottom of the hierarchy of the pack of dogs. If anything is left...

He doesn’t sit on the pavement, he lies bent forwards on top of his leg stumps. Each time when he bows even more in appreciation or to beg, his dirty forehead touches the sunwarmed concrete. The night has arrived a while ago, but the day has left traces. The beggar’s hands, black from a life...

We return. Home coming. Thailand writes the year 2551. Buddha lived around 500 years before Christ. On the road-side we wait for the city bus with the number 15. The same dented, red bus, which always comes when we don’t need it, but which lets us wait a long time when we stand in the heat...

I just sit and look out at the road. A skinny dog, the size that is neither big nor small and the colour that is neither grey nor black, gives me a quick, lost-in-thoughts glance. He raises his nose to smell the air. Too hot, too tired to carry on, he decides. He starts digging. He digs on...

Hard to believe that eight years have passed since we were last here and it’s exactly 10 years since Michael and I met in South India. We have done and experienced a lot since then. Mentally, we have grown a little and physically probably already shrunk a bit. But not just us, India has also...

It starts well! The customs personnel is so happy about our children visiting their country that they not only give their visa for free but also put all their stamps on the boys’ arms; as temporary tattoos. Our journey to the small country between Vietnam and Thailand starts typically by...