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When you think of India, some ideas may come to your mind, like spicy food, perfumes, colors, heat, spirituality….
But India is full of unexpected things and my life here is unexpectedly full of spam!

I receive several useless annoying unwanted emails every day and often, for each email, also a SMS saying the same thing…just in case I don’t read emails for 5 minutes. Nearly every day, I receive a special offer for something I don’t need and I would never dream of buying. Then there are telephone calls from people who think they speak English…or maybe they do, but with an impossible accent. Sometimes I get the words “bank” or “credit card”. The answer is always “No, thank you, I don’t need a credit card”.  I’m not 100% sure they want to offer me a credit card, but this answer always works to get rid of the caller. The problem is that, whatever you want to do here, someone asks for your contact number, meaning your telephone number. This happens even when you buy a pizza or a table tennis racket and, judging by the results, I think that their privacy policy might be a bit different from what I was used to in Italy.

The strangest call I received was about a coupon we stupidly accepted to fill-in in a mall. The same person called both Luca and me, with the same effect. After mentioning the coupon and asking to confirm my name, the woman asked a strange question, that sounded like “You wookiee wookiee??”. Maybe some friends of mine, who love Star Wars, might have had a good answer. It was impossible to convince her to repeat slowly or clearly. Maybe she was asking whether I was working. I’ll never know.

Even at work, I receive an incredible quantity of emails about cultural events and sports events, each with several reminders. “Open nominations for sport event, you have X days for subscribing”, “…X-1 days”, …, “Only 1 day left!”, “Today is the last day!”, “We have prolonged the time to subscribe, you still have a couple of days!”… and so on, till my mailbox is full.

Quando si pensa all’India, possono venire in mente certe idee, come cibo speziato, profumi, colori, caldo, spiritualita’…
Ma l’India e’ piena di cose inaspettate e la mia vita qui e’ inaspettatamente piena di spam!

Ricevo parecchie email inutili fastidiose inattese ogni giorno e spesso, per ogni email, anche un SMS che dice la stessa cosa…in caso io non legga la posta per 5 minuti. Quasi ogni giorno, mi arriva un’offerta speciale per qualcosa che non mi serve e che non mi sognerei mai di comprare. Poi ci sono telefonate da gente che pensa di parlare inglese…o forse lo parla, ma con un accento impossibile. A volte intuisco le parole “banca” o “carta di credito”. La risposta e’ sempre “No, grazie, non mi serve una carta di credito”. Non sono sicura al 100% che mi vogliano offrire una carta di credito, ma questa risposta funziona sempre per liberarmi di chi mi sta chiamando. Il problema e’ che, qualunque cosa uno voglia fare qui, qualcuno chiede il numero di contatto, che significa il numero di telefono. Questo succede anche quando si compra una pizza o una racchetta da ping pong e, a giudicare dai risultati, credo che le loro regole sulla privacy siano un po’ diverse da quelle a cui ero abituata in Italia.

La telefonata piu’ strana che ho ricevuto riguardava un coupon che abbiamo stupidamente accettato di compilare in un centro commerciale. La stessa persona ha chiamato Luca e poi me, con lo stesso effetto. Dopo aver parlato del coupon e chiesto il mio nome, la donna ha fatto una domanda strana, che suonava come “Tu wookiee wookiee?”. Forse alcuni miei amici, che vanno matti per Star Wars, avrebbero potuto avere una buona risposta. E’ stato impossibile convincerla a ripetere lentamente o chiaramente. Forse voleva sapere se lavoro. Non lo sapro’ mai.

Anche al lavoro, ricevo una incredibile quantita’ di email su eventi culturali e sportivi, ognuno con parecchi solleciti. “Sono aperte le iscrizioni per il tale evento sportivo, avete X giorni per iscrivervi”, “Avete X-1 giorni”, …, “Manca solo 1 giorno alla chiusura delle iscrizioni!”, “Oggi e’ l’ultimo giorno!”, “Abbiamo prolungato il termine, avete ancora 2 giorni!”…e cosi’ via, finche’ la mia casella di posta non trabocca.

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About Manuela

I'm a software engineer recently relocated to Bangalore, India with my wonderful husband Luca. I'm creative and active, I love sewing, cooking, walking and learning new things. Sono un ingengere informatico trasferita da poco a Bangalore, in India col mio meraviglioso marito Luca. Sono creativa e attiva, amo cucire, cucinare, camminare e imparare cose nuove.

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