At my German friend’s home, I met again his wife and his son, the jolly 5-year-old boy whom I had met with him on the plane and then on Mallorca, too. In the next days I again made several new experiences.
As he had told me on our flight to Mallorca, my friend was a doctor and psychotherapist. He took me to his praxis in the town of Lüneburg, where he worked, and showed me around. We went shopping together and I cooked Indian food in their kitchen.
He had invited some friends to come by so that they could get to know me and I could get to know them. I showed them some yoga in his living room and they tried to do along with me. Of course they had fun copying me but also just enjoyed watching me. Everybody enjoyed the time very much and they were curious about me. I was just as curious about them.
It was really a very new experience for me. It was actually the first time that I lived with a foreigner in one house. The first time I was together for a long time with someone who was not from my country, not from my culture and who did not speak my language. In Itzehoe I had been with my Indian friend and also on Mallorca, in London and in Thailand I had been with Indian families, surrounded by people who came from India, had their roots there, spoke and understood Hindi and understood who I was.
I had got in contact with westerners before, too. Getting in contact is however something fully different than actually living together with them. I got to know about the food habits in Germany, about the living style and many small things which just belong to the way how life works there differently than in India.
Another difference living in a western family was how they saw me. My new friend was not a religious person. Wherever I had been before, people had been religious and respected me as a holy person. Of course, in London it had been a little bit more relaxed and more close but now I felt really just like among friends. There was curiosity and a respect for what the other one has experienced but not the awe that had started making me feel a bit uncomfortable.
So we did not know too much about each other’s culture but nevertheless he and his wife were brave enough to host me and I was brave enough to be their guest. It was the house of a foreigner but their love gave me the feeling of being at home. We did many things together and got to know each other better. I realized that he might not be a religious person but a very spiritual man. This is how we found out that we both liked to meditate and spent some time in meditation together.