Impressions of the “real India experience” The first three words that came to my (extremely tired) mind when I left the airport were: Heat. Noise. Crowd. Then the first (rhetorical) question: Did I really want to come here? And the first realization: Namaste in not useful at all in Tamil Nadu. Daily crowd I left from -15 Celsius degrees and arrived to 30 degrees – well equipped with winter clothes. With 0 rupees in my pockets (as far as I knew I could exchange money only in India) and without a drop of water (but a lot of good advices on where and what can I drink), it was a great warm-up for my body to bear with the humid heat of Chennai weather. At a first glance it seemed to me that this city never sleeps; between 4 and 5 in the morning there was so much noise in the front of the airport as in the middle of a rag fair. What I first heard was a mixture of human voice, a variety of honks and the sounds of awakening nature. And the crow