Next to the hallway where I was guarding and singing was the back room of sleeping. There was a big bed and some shelves and a clock on the wall, which had an interesting geometrical shape: two squares on the top of each other, one tilted 45 degrees, forming a beautiful eightfold pattern. I am sure that it has something to do with the dimensional fields, I think that back then it represented an upgrade from Star of David (from 6 to 8) or an entrance to the next dimensional stage or field, number 8 and the two squares symbolising stability and inner richness.
I used to sleep in that bed as much as possible, or simply lying down there and using the ashtanga breath, looking how long I could extend it. Back then I sometimes lied down there and watched the clock on the wall, breathing two deep breaths in one minute for two hours in a row, my body processing all kind of energies at the same time.
In the nights we were like three guys together, sleeping in one big bed under one big blanket, me with Seti and Ravi, with clothes on. The hindi guys had an interesting way of sleeping: they always pulled the blanket over their head, covering their face. I only saw it in that hotel, in other places I think that I did not encouter such behaviour. It seemed a bit unnatural and funny to me though, blocking the fresh air.
But in the evenings when I was a bit tired I could also guard the entrance by lying down in that back room, and when I heard someone coming, I would jump up and introduce them to the guesthouse. I had learned this trick from Ravi, but he was much better at it. I sometimes missed the guests and they kept on wandering on their own until they met Seti or Ravi or simply left.
So I think I remember that once when I was again resting at the back room, Ravi came in with someone's passport to later make a copy of it, happy as always when he had caught another tourist. But this time I immediately felt a strong connection with the name and picture in the passport that I had flashingly seen. I knew that this person was someone special and I wanted to find out who she was.
Soon after that there came a day where I was working quite hard with the dishes but eating very little. So it was in the evening when Ravi had invited couple of friends over to the rooftop cafe, sitting around a low table. They were eating and drinking and having a good time. Ravi was taking their orders and cooking for them together with Seti or just sitting with them and talking.
My task was to serve them from the kitchen, but sometimes I could also simply be with them. Together with these local friends of Ravi there was also a dark-skinned woman sitting at the table. She ordered French fries, somebody cooked them, and I probably brought them from the kitchen, even though I am not sure about that.
Then it happened again that I had some free time to sit together with them and enjoy their company. The woman started to offer French fries from her plate to others, but they were very polite and always rejecting or only taking first time and only a very little bit.
I had no problem accepting food when somebody offered me, in fact, that is how I mostly lived there. So the next time when she offered food from her plate to everybody, they were all like rejecting, but when she then offered it to me over the table, diagonally, I had an interesting choice to make.
First, I knew that all eyes were on me, because I was the only white person in that group. Then I also knew that according to their traditions and manners, it would be polite to reject the food that I had not bought by myself. And also, any kind of somewhat closer connection with a female in a public group or open area was usually under very careful attention.
But I had not eaten since morning. And then I simply went with the zen thinking: "Look, here's a hungry man and here's the food," and I simply took some fries from her plate as she smiled kindly to me. She looked at me and I felt some understanding and compassion.
Later when all had left, Ravi was upset with me and said: "Look, don't take food from others at the table. It is bad manners and everyone sees that you're this hungry person there, watching other people's food, and it's a shame." But I think that I knew pretty well what I was doing...
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