ABSTRACT
The Danushkodi Express is carrying me towards the South. My companions in the compartment are three Indian scientists, members of a scientific delegation from New Delhi. Two are going to London and one to Switzerland, the latter is a cultured physician, and author of several books in English. He inquires about the climate of Europe and asks if the cold is very severe. I inform him that November—he will arrive in Geneva in that month—will not be very pleasant to his taste, and add to myself, how happy I would be to feel that cool autumnal temperature of the Old Continent instead of this unbearable heat in our compartment. Two electric fans are working day and night, but it is not enough. The burning walls of the car give out heat on all sides. Fortunately my dress is as light as possible, shorts and thin open shirt.
