Tramping to the center

Tramping to the center

of India

India, 1986. On the way to the center of this land for the third time, filling my brain with strange atmospheres, India... Magic wonderland...		It's really like doing a pilgrimage into the Past... It's to pass into a fire in witch your mind change for ever... Between Iran and Thailand expend a powerfull Athanor...
	Varanasi... People like ants, walking, cycling, drinking tchai or dying right on the street... Days after days, flashing my mind !
From Agra to Varanasi like from every where else to Varanasi : the desire to end the wheel of the karma by the finish of the life there: on the Ganga's ghats.		The journey can be long, a live long... Sometime it could be a wish of freedom, a desire to get out of all illusions...
	Varanasi, Narrow streets like a thousand faces labyrinth filled by Temples, pray's songs, shops, colors, cows, funeral's processions, tchaies's sellers, kids, dogs and buffalos...
All this way for reaching this place...		Then disappearing in the holy water...