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The first thing I noticed on that first day in Bombay, unusual smell. I felt it already in the transition from the aircraft to the terminal building - before heard or seen anything in India. The smell was pleasant and excited me in the first minute in Bombay, when I set free, newly entered into the world, but he was a total stranger to me. Now I know that this sweet, disturbing smell of hope, withering hatred, and at the same time a sour, musty smell of greed, destroying love. It's the smell of gods and demons, and revived the decaying empires and civilisations. It's the smell of the blue sea of the skin, palpable in any part of the city on seven Islands, and the blood-metal smell of machines. It's the smell of bustle and quiet, the whole life of sixty million animals, more than half of which - human beings and rats. It's the smell of love and Heartbreak, of the struggle for survival and violent injuries, wychowywa our courage. It's the smell of ten thousand restaurants, five thousand temples, shrines, churches and mosques, as well as hundreds of bazaars where they sell exclusively to perfumes, spices, incense and fresh flowers. Karl called it the worst one of the most beautiful scents, and she was undoubtedly right, as she always is in its own right in their assessments. And now, whenever I came to Bombay, first of all, I feel this odor - it welcomes me and says that I'm back home.