The day escaping from Delhi

at that time, I hate everything.
I couldn't accept anything.
I can see only dirty things.

I had a lot of fears and worries.
Boss didn't understand my feelings.

The bringing things (clothes or something) by boss's advice was everything out of point.

Dishonesty people, cheap tricks, traffic jams, noisy horns...
I couldn't enjoy anything except eating.

I think each time
"Cho-very-F ! I don't have time to play with you now." in my mind.

I just wanna escape from here as soon as possible.

The man said, "Come here at 4:30 pm. then Taxi comes and takes you to the bus station."

Well, now, 6: 30 pm.....It was not a Taxi, The thing that picks us up was a rickshaw.
F!

and more, The driver and guide said, "We are going to pick up one more person."
I said "Wha? Is it possible?" in anger.

at last, 5 people and 5 very big baggage in the small rickshaw....
too much heavy... as I expected very slowly...
everything possible in India.....

My desire to escape from here became stronger.
and I will be stronger no later than going back home...I hope so.