Namasté 2016 I.
So back again. I get off the bus, where I spent the last 10 hours.
"Hadžur!" is heard over my head. I just raise my hands to catch my backpack, sent from the roof of the bus.
I watch the street. It not so much changed. Dirt and dust are everywhere, people sitting in front of their homes, dealing with ordinary activities such as picking lice from the head of a family member, a scratching nose or taking lenses on todays dhalbat.
The landfill next to the "guesthouse" in which I spent the night five years ago, has disappeared. I wonder how it has changed inside, but the owner tells me that unfortunately has no place. Gusthouse opposite has the place and they have a rooftop restaurant. No problem. "Namasté," I greet the owners and without even asking the price, I accept his invitation. On the way up the stairs we pass his wife, "Namasté," she greets me and smiles.
"Namasté," a word that will accompany me the whole month. Greeting that I will pronounce here in Nepal more times per day than "Hello" at home. And this despite the fact that in one day here, I meet only a small fraction of the number of people that meet daily in at home. 'Namasté' greeting which means "I bow to you", or "Bow to me." In my case, it will always mean "I bow to you."