Pack, unpack, pack again, unpack again. Little by little I get use to this mini caravan, made up off a sum of objets. They all became my fellow traveller. Every one has its space on my bag, put them away becomes a ritual. They are my home, my point of reference, the only things that do not change arround me. 

Today I decide to go to Aurangabad, I want to see the caves in the montain !