Il monsone 
continued to say that, so far as odd that there was no rain and not rain and the monsoon was so late and where was the monsoon. They seemed very much worried. Continued to say that last year at this time quite a cyclone had struck and devastated the region. They continued to say that this year there had been no rain in September, and there had been no signs of monsoon in October and where was the monsoon. And then finally arrived. And it is obvious the monsoon longest in the history of the century. Streets and neighborhoods flooded, overflowing rivers and are all happy. It must be said that the Indians have a fascinating relationship with the monsoons. Or rather, all people with water shortages have a relationship with the water almost sacred. His absence and the consequent desperate need us Westerners do not really ever understand them fully, until they come up in places where there is no water and little that is not drinkable. We in the West take for granted that you open the tap and drink in peace. And we should thank the Roman Empire and its aqueducts for giving us this material away, become cultural distance, the ease with which we draw from the sources. Out of our world, water is a precious good. And expensive. Here one lives in bottles and small tank. What flows from the taps should always boil. Everywhere there are warnings not to waste water and is acquired as a daily habit to turn off the tap while brushing teeth and showering with a bucket of 8 liters. No Western country that comes in the second and third world is not prepared to have water and s'innorridisce and gets scared because of the lack of hygiene resulting therefrom. All to say that here in mid-December and it continues to rain even cold: 23 degrees with humidity level 'at 100% and I'm putting the sweatshirt. Heavy. That is not normal. I know: it snows there. Come on, it's winter, not been in the tropics. I repeat: it is not normal.
continued to say that, so far as odd that there was no rain and not rain and the monsoon was so late and where was the monsoon. They seemed very much worried. Continued to say that last year at this time quite a cyclone had struck and devastated the region. They continued to say that this year there had been no rain in September, and there had been no signs of monsoon in October and where was the monsoon. And then finally arrived. And it is obvious the monsoon longest in the history of the century. Streets and neighborhoods flooded, overflowing rivers and are all happy. It must be said that the Indians have a fascinating relationship with the monsoons. Or rather, all people with water shortages have a relationship with the water almost sacred. His absence and the consequent desperate need us Westerners do not really ever understand them fully, until they come up in places where there is no water and little that is not drinkable. We in the West take for granted that you open the tap and drink in peace. And we should thank the Roman Empire and its aqueducts for giving us this material away, become cultural distance, the ease with which we draw from the sources. Out of our world, water is a precious good. And expensive. Here one lives in bottles and small tank. What flows from the taps should always boil. Everywhere there are warnings not to waste water and is acquired as a daily habit to turn off the tap while brushing teeth and showering with a bucket of 8 liters. No Western country that comes in the second and third world is not prepared to have water and s'innorridisce and gets scared because of the lack of hygiene resulting therefrom. All to say that here in mid-December and it continues to rain even cold: 23 degrees with humidity level 'at 100% and I'm putting the sweatshirt. Heavy. That is not normal. I know: it snows there. Come on, it's winter, not been in the tropics. I repeat: it is not normal. 
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