April 21, 2009
My sister Morgane (the middle one) is coming to India this summer. I can’t wait!
However, I am a little worried. A few things might bother her.
– Dogs – she hates dogs. All animals, in her eyes, are suspects of utter savagery. They might look like Siamese cats, but who knows what they really are, she thinks. Stay away from me, wild creatures of death.
Well, stray dogs are legions in India. They bark a lot at night but never attack. No, they are not wolves.
– Help – because Morgane is also a white knight dressed in hype black clothes. She helps random people. She even folds back the clothes she tries in shops. She accepts on facebook people she knew for three months when she was five year old. She carries some strange woman’s bags up the stairs and teaches kids tennis for free. I expect she will be very busy in India.
– Food – My sister is a cordon bleu. That she now is a lawyer is simply a massive misunderstanding. Her destiny is in the Michelin Guide. She can whip up a peach souffle while skyping, and make gingerbread foie gras for 12 while flipping through Elle. She will, I think, find it difficult to deal with the absence of proper bread. I bet you, within a week she’ll be making her own. You know, while putting nail polish on.
– Drive – I am very much looking forward to Morgane’s reaction the first time we’ll overtake a truck on the Delhi-Jaipur highway. Her language, sharp as a Law Book’s edge, can sink to foul lows.
The good thing is, after four years in India, I know all sorts of people. Doctors, beggars, royals, drivers, businessmen, waiters and politicians.
The first guy who bothers my sister, I’ll have his legs broken.