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Curro by Bangalore: First day of office

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Well, today was the first day of office in Bangalore and it really has been quite intense.

It is curious to arrive by taxi to the office by raffling rickshaws, some lost cow, thousands of motorcycles and Suzuki Maruti's winding through the badly paved streets of the vibrant Bangalore.

Upon arriving at the floor where I was to meet my contact, I was surprised by a beautiful carpet of petals that announced "Welcome." No one else was expected except me, so they left me speechless. With things like this you get so overwhelmed that you don't even know what to say. From here have come the presentations and recognize the faces of so many people with whom I have started conversations during the last two years.

They are truly fantastic people. They have the patience of iron and are much smarter than Europeans sometimes believe. From here you can see the looks of complicity that are made between them when they receive any doubtful response from some European cenutrio, something that by phone one is unable to verify.

The offices are mounted in the conventional style, of course, but on the inside things work very differently. All the girls go in sari and the boys are fixed, except for Friday, which is the casual day. The majority have painted the Hindu sign on their forehead, in the rest area there is more chai than coffee and in the canteen you have biryani, curries, samosas and tandoris instead of pasta and steaks.

Around the office a lot of rickshaws come together at the time of entry and exit. There are also shelves where they sell tea and any other inventiveness. Few are those who go out to smoke and, far from it, you will find a woman among them.

The day we have spent giving trainings, walking and waving in the office, taking chais and little else. When you are giving a presentation among Hindus you have to get used to see how the heads do not stop saying no while you explain something. At first it surprises but I am sure that I will end the week shaking my head in the same way to nod.

The day ends at half past eight at night and there is no time for much more. A taxi-van from the same company that takes employees home in areas - including the food - and back to the hotel with little desire for more.

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