It all started when we just had arrived to Varanasi and we were about to ask a map of the city. There was this mysteriously smiling white-bearded old man sitting in the reception - Have a seat, please. - He said. And we seated. - Where are you going?
... Soon after that we found ourselves in a cozy little room sitting on soft pillows and holding cups of tea in our hands while a superfriendly silk factory keeper was presenting us hundreds of silk products - scarfs, tableclothes, saris, bedcovers - one after one made of more beautiful silk fabrics. Fascinated by all the colors and glory we were just thinking what were the limits of the credit cards.
... Soon after that we found ourselves in a cozy little room sitting on soft pillows and holding cups of tea in our hands while a superfriendly silk factory keeper was presenting us hundreds of silk products - scarfs, tableclothes, saris, bedcovers - one after one made of more beautiful silk fabrics. Fascinated by all the colors and glory we were just thinking what were the limits of the credit cards.
Just a moment before the silk factory keeper had given us a tour in his factory showing and explaining us everything about silk. We leave the place with heavy bags and thinking what the hell just happened to us.
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