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  • It was quite strange to see the ancient pots in a shop of Jaipur mixed with a modern I Phone.
    My Indian dream where I always took refuge from a too modern life,was broken that day.
    It is not safe place in the world anymore.Face Book, and all the computer networks reach even the old palaces untouched by time until very recent.
    I could not put the two together.The woman with a long gown very businesslike was on a communication on that phone,and for some reason I felt sad and disappointed even If I am for all the new.I wish her call could had been a few minutes after I was gone.

    Picture by Cecilia
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