race cose, race corse, delhi, april 2012 |
I
never win. Never.
One
time and the only game I was playing in the casino I lost in blackjack within
10 minutes all my coins 2 5-euro coins. I almost started to cry.
But
today I won. In my head.
horses, race corse, delhi, april 2012 |
I
was with my friends at the horse race course in colcatta.
The
colcatta one was a much ore prettier one. bigger houses. More old. More
honorable. I would say. but I was with
my friends.
Horserace
course has a sort of fascination, romanticism for me. Like pirating or being on
a lonely island there is something beautiful and mysterious with the either
dangerous or just simple mundane.
How
I know racecourse is pretty elite. Rich people with stiff hats standing and
posing on the grass, holding a bubbling champagne glass in my their head.
In
colcatta as in delhi it is predominantly middles and working class men who are
coming here. Even more in colcatta they look like they would come here every
day, mads says. I say they do look happy. As a meeting up. Not addicted. Game
seems no serious.
They
take it serious oh yes, shout, scream, but it seems more an afternoon ritual
between a certain amount of people. Like going to the pub, playing cars or
going to church.
visitor, race corse, delhi, april 2012 |
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