Delhi - Kolkata in 27 hours

The way one travels in India is strange. What seems to be a waste of time can eventually become a complete experience.
Traveling by train in India is spending hours and hours in a box, where people come and go continuously, a caleydoscope of persons, food, sounds and smells that is worth to be observed with care.
Surprises occur, and one can wake up to the sound of clapping hands at early hours. Then a Hijra asks for a few rupees, in exchange for not disturbing or cursing people around. Superstition surround these figures, not men, not women, mighty in their curses, annoying if they want, and as nice as anyone.

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The last three seconds of Delhi daylight

The eye of the witness can be overwhelmed by a lot of different Delhis. Myriads of pictures speak about the guts it takes to endure life and vice versa: how hard is for the environment to embrace our existance. This first recording, taken within the time of our sojourn shows the intensity of dusk in Old Delhi when the Muezzin calls and all of us stay steady for a while. A million of different stories could be shown, it only depends on the place we happen to be.