Story of an English traveler in Delhi
Psychology or awareness problem? The outcome is the same, he was rubbed.
I came around this interesting story of an English traveler in India.
The guy was trying to get a rickshaw that spoke English at the door of his hostel. Soon he gets one and an Indian English speaking lad of a certain age intercepted him:
“Sorry Sir, can I go with you? Will share the price of the run.”
It’s rare that I saved money on such a deal. “Yeah sure.”
Then they get in and drove down in Delhi’s streets and alleys. Our traveler, we’ll call him John, had remarked that the rickshaw was always stopped. The causes were always rickshaw malfunctions.
Soon they were in a dark alley of the old Delhi. One of the wheels had problem and forced the rickshaw to stop. All around there were just beggars, wearing drab and dusky clothes, sleeping near pestilential smelling detritus... Read the full story...
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