73. Report - Arrival in Germany

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The first German I meet at Frankfurt Airport is an Italian. He lives here since a long time and his German is almost perfect. He got my passport and the accompanying documents from the stewardess and has to take me to the immigration office.

On the way there we talk about the best topic to start a conversation with someone in Germany: weather! It's cold and damp in Frankfurt, almost 0 degrees. A perfect weather to catch a cold. I only wear the thin clothes from India. The Italian security man says that since he got the corona vaccinations, he has been sick much more often than before. But his happy, positive face radiates a lot of joie de vivre - it's nice to have met him for a short time.

At immigration, he hands my papers over to a policeman. The young man doesn't
know what to do with it, but smiles briefly and says friendly: "You are a German citizen. Welcome!” and hands me the papers.

Next I have to call my old work colleague. She promised me that I could spend the night at her house. I have to call her first, but my mobile phone is empty and the Indian adapter doesn't fit a German socket. In a Samsung shop they want to sell me a charging set for 25 euros (Rs. 2000). No thanks. Suddenly I see a man who looks like he is from India. This is also true. He is married to a German woman and has lived here for a long time. He lends me his charger.

In the meantime I go to the toilet. When I come back the German woman says that I have a lot of confidence because I left my phone unattended. “Ah, I've just come from India. That's when I learned to trust more deeply. And besides, I saw that you are good people!” The woman does not seem satisfied with my answer. She just thinks in German: with a high level of security awareness.

Arrival at my sister's house
On the way to my work colleague and the next day on the way to my sister in the Black Forest, I only meet friendly people. At the train station, however, there are three young guys who move a bit aggressively. As we pass each other, one of them provokes me and yells: "Oyhhh - Ashram!!!". I turn to him and am amazed: "Yes, right!". Although he doesn't behave politely, he knows something about spiritual life in India, good.

I'm positively surprised. Being back in my country is more pleasant than expected. I hope I can keep in touch with the beautiful inner experiences made in India.

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