Cultural Shock

I smell curry, chapati and the dust from the streets. I see the huge traffic jam right in front of me – a man with his wife and their daughter on a scooter, a horse carriage loaded with a dozen gas containers and a lorry crammed with rice bags. I feel the midday sun burning on my skin and other people around me pushing from every side while walking down a crowded alley. Yes, this sounds like home to me. There I feel comfortable. Which place could this be? Do you already have a guess?

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