An indefinable blue, the Ambassador filled the windshield. Undefinable, but rather unusual in India, as it is rather dull, dull, almost dark without going to « class ». In fact, as indicated on the rear trunk, this is a classic Ambassador. « Class », but with a twist. Hic as in « out of place » in the middle of all the modern cars that make up the traffic jam at the exit of the Bangalore airport. A kind of colonialist survival in the middle of a neo-liberal flood of Toyota, Suzuki and other Tata… Although, perhaps simply to remind us that neoliberalism is only an evolution of colonialism. Either, this Ambassador, shiny as a new penny, adorned with an Indian cockade, a « B/A » sticker and a registration number as long as India, is waiting her turn, like all the Toyota, Suzuki and other Tata, stuck in this traffic jam at sunset. Meanwhile, taking advantage of their small size, a stream of scooters, motorcycles, « petrolttes », Tuk-Tuk sneak to the left in the middle of the silence of the horns, useless at this moment, because nothing moves. No driver needs to signal his presence to the others, it’s the waiting… Slowly, it starts moving again, a horn honks… watch out, the Indian rodeo will soon resume…

Par Jean-Yves

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