 | There were no lights on the highway and hardly any cars, but quiet a few motorcycles and funnily pedestrians walking on the emergency lane. There was a tropical atmosphere in the air, I liked it.
I do not mean to claim that they ought forget their own history, but I assert that they should forgive, not to the culprits who made the rage (that would not be possible), but the next innocent generation.
We went to eat dinner at an Indian restaurant an my wife and I were afraid that it would turn our stomace upside down, just a day before we had to take the long train journey back to the capital. |
