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There i was at last reaching the holy river of Ganges (the Ganga) in Dashaswamedh Ghat. It was before sunrise, the best hour for the first meeting. The pilgrims are already there but thank God the tourists are still sleeping in their hotels. Allthough it's the coldest hour of the day, the heat and the humidity are unbearable. My lens is bleary and misty, I don't have a tripod with me but i can't resist and i push the button. Then i take the boat all the way to Asi Ghat and i see the most beautyfoul sunrise of my life (I hope i'll have the chance to upload it some other day) and then back upstream until Raj Ghat. On the way back to my starting point i make a stop to the crematories. I see astonished the old people just waiting to die there in order to achieve the final salvation. I 'm told that equality can not be found not even in the hour of death. The poor families can't afford to buy enough firewood to burn their loved ones so the body parts that are not burnt they are thrown in the river and they float right beside of the pilgrims and dead cows. Ganges is the most polluted river of the world but for these people is nectar, balsam, remedy and hope all together. Since then my life is divided in two parts: b.G ( before Ganges) and a.G. (after Ganges)