The matches are named after fruits.
From Poshina to Phimbalia are three km. In monsoon times 70.
The buffalo eat the dried leafs from the cotton.
I counted the passenger of a jeep randomly: 32 people.
The adivasis are buried in their fields.
For the second time we’ve seen a couple of mongooses. Animals have their own routine and everyday we see in the same places a couple of kingfishers, one of which perches on a dead tree in front of the adobe house of a advice family to which we have reached to say hello. We have been shown their cows proudly. The man beats his wife. Garasia community is concentrated in the village of Bedi, a “high class” of adivasis if that makes any sense. Some are considered purer and prevent foods from other adivasi communities. The don’t tend to send their girls to school. they wear colourful vests embroidered with mirrors and flowers and adorn their bodies with tattoos and silver bracelets. In Bedi there are mayors but P. said that important decisions are often made by the husband. The roads are full of small cotton balls, perhaps the only thing pure in this overcrowded, dirty and yet addictive country.