The travel diary was written from a 48-day trip to India. For these pages it was necessary to fly by plane, drive by car, sail by ship, trail with camels. Buses, trains, boats, motorcycles, bicycles - all this at a good pace, in good spirits and thoughts. From the eastern shore to the western shore; from the chilly north to the sultry south. The Andaman Islands, Ceylon, Kashmir, the abode of Sri Aurobinda, Bombay, Calcutta... 27 thousand kilometers of travel. In contradictions and patterns, in fear and mischief, in joys and indignation. See the world to understand yourself. Hear lust, anger and intoxication in order to be confident in the strength of your consciousness. The road shakes you from illusions, they fly off like clods of dirt, and without them you remain authentic - in all your strength or weakness.