Curry! Every morning there are mildly spiced, wonderful Indian dishes. They are light and complex, there seem to be 1001 spices in them. At lunchtime, Solarkitchen, the community canteen, is simple, vegetarian and good. The principle is healthy food for everyone, everyone can afford it. In the evening, these wonderful dishes again. What they don't serve: Alcohol, meat or fish, sugar. Eggs are a luxury. I used to eat a lot of chocolate in Germany, but now it's far too sweet for me. I treat myself to a complex vitamin B supplement.
The exciting thing is that it changes my whole body. In Ayurvedic medicine, nutrition is a central aspect. I understand that now. This healing process is not a cure for any disease, I am actually quite healthy. But many things are coming to light. Old wounds, for example. My hands have lots of small scars from cuts with kitchen knives. I'm not particularly careful, I live dangerously in the kitchen. These small scars all appear, more every week. My metabolism is changing. It feels great.
Media
In addition to this change (I don't want to call it a diet, because the number of vegetables, spices, proteins and carbohydrates, fruit and quark is so much more varied and nutritious that it is actually more of a feast, a frenzy, a feast), there is a real reduction in media. I don't actually watch movies or videos at all, there is no TV or internet connection in the room. The dining hall isn't suitable for that either. I still follow the news, but not as panicked as I was in Europe. I sleep well.
In the evenings after dinner, I talk to lots of strangers about all sorts of things; we've been playing cards for the last few days. Because everything in Auroville is closed at 8 pm, unless there's a concert, a performance or a movie. Which is often the case.
In addition to my little scars, there is also a sadness, but it feels right. The hectic pace and superfluous consumption of recent decades in Germany, France and the USA may have been fun, but it wasn't just bad for the planet, it wasn't good for me either. Living in luxury is actually sad. I feel that now, and that's good. And here is the healing process. I think that's what we mean by diseases of civilization.
p.s.: The Auroville Bakery is the place of my sin, which is unfortunately irresistible 🙂
