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In the hands of the sun

India and I, the two of us

You left for India in 1995, as a traveller you were not a beginer any longer, but how could you guess what was in store for you ? You used to say you were looking for a ravaging journey, and you got more than you wanted, for six months you wandered among beings, dusts and temples, wavering between giving up and wrath, a six months journey that turned your life upside down forever and ever, leading your soul towards the East not in order to find out some sleeping charm, but to enter a dialogue with all that the western world has forgotten, or denied, or simply ignored. Back in Europe, you needed six months to recover, to come back, to pay back, the same six months you needed to write your book "In the very deep heart of India", you had to come back from so far away, so long ago, and the indian opium being injected through your veins, considering that one never really comes back from India, you went back there in 1998, first booster, you discovered the stunning camel fair of Pushkar, immerging yourself into the ocean of dromaderies and pilgrims, and most of all, you discovered the enlightened town, the town among the towns, the quintessence of the indian genius, the quintessence of delirium, Benares, a town that did upset you so much you still dream to live there - and who knows, die there one day ?- bright city of death ; from there once again you came back to your dear suburb, and you came back this time with the feeling that a journey like you can imagine it, a journey is just like a pregnancy, like giving birth, India gave you birth again, India is a midwife of beings, you thought, convinced that a third life was offered to you, you think so more than ever. India helps us to give birth to our real self. Is this why you want to bring your wife to India ? Is it for her to come back pregnant with India as well, for you to to be pregnant for life that mother ? So you bring her there, we are in 2004, you bring her to Rajasthan, the earth of Lords (hum...) India will provide her with its marvels and its lunacy, but how will she feel about this land, how will she feel about ? Will she agree, my Chinese wife, to rely on this symbolic motherwood, you don't know, you have to take the risk, rather a death-trap for a couple, but nothing venture, nothing have, travelling is casting the dice of destiny once more, thinking of that maternel lesson of India you tell yourself before leaving : if France is your mother, the first one, India is your step-mother, but she is as well the nanny of your soul, your nurse, your dancing girl, your holy Indian dancer, your fortune-teller, your sorceress, your light addiction, your strong brandy, your fire-spitter, your snake charmer, your virus, your little heap of ashes, your delivery without epidural analgesia, your slow death, your place of loss, your daily resurrection, your go-between with deities, your exorcism, your poison and your antidote, your oil lamp, you extra lung, your rags and tatters, you acute frenzied episode, your juicy mango, your wound, your cow dung, your milk, yes, your milk.

(translated by Gerard Clot and Martine Dupuis-Bourdet.)


 
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