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Damn alarm clock. Determined to capture the raw excitement of Kolkata (Calcutta) with our trusty video camera, we leave our hotel at dawn with eyes full of sleep. A city in turmoil awaits us. I support

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Most of the action focuses on the city sidewalks. It works, you press it, there pray, eat, there is his natural wants, in short, they live there! In this morning like the others, some are busy setting up their booths, while others, freshly arrived from the countryside, are preparing to leave their urban camping in search of work in this jungle already saturated labor . THE PARALLEL

to human misery, a crowd of wealthy businessmen headed to their air conditioned offices. Park on street chic, beautiful but faded buildings remind us, through their architecture, Brittan in the passage of this ancient capital of their colony. Women decorated gold rush to the shops of luxury fabrics to be cut a sari for the wedding of a distant cousin. Kolkata is the city of fashion in the country.

Here conjugent extremes. Nowhere else in the world, differences in wealth are also evident.

" Rick-shaw, Sir!" A man hitched to a cart like a horse to us. He strikes a bell on the seat of his car to summon us to be seated. Kolkata is the last place on earth where the work of rickshaw human remains. The human rights organizations Moreover shiver at the thought that thousands of Indians still practice. Yet, the day the trade will be completely abolished, countless families will lose their only source of income. Moral dilemma.

Dazed by urban wildlife, we set our camera for a moment. We buy good vanilla ice cream in one of those small street stalls. Immediately, some children form a circle around us. " Ice cream, please!" After two months in India, the sad truth is that we built a wall so as not to crack poverty. But today, as we base our cream icy stares at these and decide to share the pleasure of our gluttony. Delicious iced for everyone is our tour! Their eyes full of happiness worth the few rupees we have to spend.

We leave them in a hubbub of " thank you" felt good, then go into an internet cafe, just to reconnect with what is happening in Quebec. Some new emails, one of which is a subject of "Exchange Gifts": Hi everybody, like every year we exchange Christmas gifts. We thought that this year, everyone could make a list of suggestions not to end up with a gift he does not ... Budget: $ 30

I reread the last sentence in disbelief: (...) to avoid ending up with a gift he does not want to! The concept seems incongruous. A gift is a gift! I suddenly wanted to meet my friends they play the spoiled children that gifts that do not command, that if they saw the young who are dying in the streets here they would accept the first present with the utmost gratitude ... But I stop. My friends are in Quebec. I am in India.
I know that on my return, I will be faced with the upheaval values that is the basis of this wonderful journey. Do not despise the other. Share my learning. Phew! Our expected return for Christmas may be our biggest shock of India ...