| Dharamsala is very special; it is like nothing I know. I keep trying to categorize it into something I am familiar with, but it doesn't feet anywhere...
The surroundings of the trees and mountains seem like a small pastoral place in the Swiss Alps, but the village here is so crowded and
the roads are so bad and dirty that it is probably looking more like Gaza. There is something romantic in the area like in a Middle-age
town, but then you step into the sewage and in a minute all the romance disappears. Everything is very colorful, but when you look at
it a bit too long you realize that all this colorfulness come from the old clothes and flags hanging everywhere that my mother wouldn't
even use for washing her floor... Still it is all very special and I guess the thing is just to categorize it under Dharamsala...
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