JocelyneSome
Aurovilians just do their work, don’t attend meetings and almost
never express their views in public. One of those is Jocelyne, who
lives in a difficult-to-find house behind Aurovelo. Here is her
sharing.It
was 1970. I was living in Paris and had lost my job. I decided to go
and visit my sister who was living in a community in South India. I
told our mother that I was going to check if it was a sect or not. As
I had been fired, I had some cash to pay for the ticket.I
flew to Mumbai and took a train to Chennai. This was my first time to
India, so I was fully unprepared – I had brought no food, no water,
no bed sheets, nothing. At every station I bought bananas, chickoos
and tea, and so endured the slow two-day train ride. On the last leg
of my trip, my luck turned. Instead of taking the bus alone to
Pondicherry, as soon as I exited the train in Chennai I saw a few
people waiting: Vincenzo, Jean-Claude B., Swapna and my sister
Claudine! They took me to Auroville, to Asp...
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