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Part 4

Third look… ?

In Switzerland, newly disembarked from the aeroplane, I notice certain details which had not shocked me before. In this airport, marbled, super-clean, top class but cold, nothing is compatible with human warmth. The walkway is surrounded by luxury shops. There I notice a female employee, who, driven by loneliness, allows herself a moment of respite. For the time the discussion lasts, she steps out of her role of perfect saleswoman and describes her daily life to me:
‘If I arrive a quarter of an hour late, I get a fine; they are always checking on us, we have to perform well. If we’re not careful, we soon lose touch with the family and, in the end, all our friends.’
My beautiful, spick and span country is itself also familiar with a kind of dreadful, hidden poverty… Before leaving, I tell her that God is thinking of her and that she should talk to Him about it.
Here too there are posters everywhere. Adverts with divinely beautiful women, who look down on us from above, flaunting jewellery and wristwatches like talismans to success. These pictures are shaped entirely by the hand of artists who are computer experts. They are merciless idols, venerated in secret, who wrap their worshippers in a cloak-like layer of hypocritical untruth, by making them believe that this is not the case, but I am not taken in; I can see perfectly well that they are dressed in every detail exactly the same as these pictures…
Through the window of the train I no longer see the poverty of the slums, nor the vivid, contrasting colours of India, the spontaneous smiles of passers-by, something unexpected at every street-corner, the hordes of young people, all those craftsmen-cum-handymen who dream up the most bizarre jobs – each one stranger than the other – in order to survive, neither those old men with long, white beards, nor their eyes sparkling with life…
I am almost shocked to see the deserted streets (just a few old people!). Where are the inhabitants of my country? Are they all hidden away in their homes, hypnotised by their screens? Or has there been a catastrophe that has decimated practically the whole of the population? What on earth has happened during my absence (all it takes is for me to vanish for barely a few weeks for everything to go down the drain!)?
Maybe it’s not here that the upheaval has taken place, but in my perspective…

The first poster
A poster with one of my drawings is soon going to be stuck on billboards in the streets of India and like seeds from the world beyond will sow hope in the hearts of the Indians who will see it…

Jesus save colorwww

To order the poster"
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India (part 4)

A story from “Appointment in the forest“ Part 4 Third look… ? In Switzerland, newly disembarked from the aeroplane, I notice certain details which had not shocked me before. In this airport, marbled, super-clean, top class but cold, nothing is compatible … More… More…

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Part 3 (to see the part2)

The meeting of the 1000
On the stage, I am standing in front of more than 2,000 pastors’ eyes (2 per person!), inquiring and curious to see what the little Swiss guy from the mountains is going to be able to say to them. The audience is composed mainly of young people; amongst them
some are from Orissa and still smell of smoke…

I share with them my encounter with Jesus, this great Artist who makes wonders out of nothing, as well as the story of my pathetic little tears, shed for them… While I am speaking, a piece of music resonates (and reasons) in my head. An old-fashioned chorus from the past, which I thought I had left behind in the hall of the youth group that I used to go to 10 years before

(shoot! who on earth has turned on this transistor in my head?!). I decide to expel it through my mouth and sing:
‘I have decided to follow Jesus. Though I may wonder, I still will follow. The world* (* its deceptive pleasures) behind me, the cross before me. Though none go with me, I still will follow.  I have decided to follow Jesus. No turning back, no turning back.’

EVERYONE knows it and, with fervour, they repeat it again and again in their language. The proof that a spark can set alight a whole crowd. I am moved because I know that for them it is more than a chorus, because they count the full cost of it.
‘This song was written by one of ours, Sadhu Sundar Singh! A role model etched in each of our hearts,’ they yell at me. When I come down from the stage, they hug me in their arms and they themselves weep, without holding back. The Lord visited us that day…

Auderset in india
 The joy of being one of them
There is a table of honour for the few special invited guests that we are (a few cream-coloured dots in a coffee-coloured crowd), but, at the risk of offending their ancestral customs, we prefer to eat with them. This perturbs more than one of them, as, for Hindus, the white man belongs to the higher caste (what a joke!). Let’s smash that myth to pieces, even if eating the same as they do is not without danger for the wimps that we are (as for me, I have no vaccinations, just vitamin C).
The Indians have a good laugh at my attempts to speak Hindi. I can feel already that I am going to miss them. They are a beautiful people. Here, no one thinks it strange if a stranger speaks to them spontaneously. The fellas hold hands together quite naturally (er, no, it’s not even ambiguous).
Enlightenment
We are in the middle of town, but two paces away from me a sacred cow is lying nonchalantly across the road. OK, I have already crossed paths with a majestic parrot, a playful monkey and even a sow (Mrs wild boar) with huge teats, gambolling, carefree, in the street… Just routine, you know!
At any rate, my thoughts have done a runner; they don’t have time to deal with the bugs in the matrix, as, for quite some time now, they have been absorbed elsewhere resolving a far more important problem. Seeing my inability to help them, they have left me there, on the terrace of a joint which has an air of post-war ruins.

The ‘table’ where I am sitting is ludicrously rickety, but in tune with all these delightful paradoxes surrounding me. The warmth of the mild air caresses my face and I drink the best chai tea of my whole life.
‘Lord, how can I reach these people, introduce them to you? Comic-book readers are not legion… and amongst the poorest, who is able even to read?’
(Hey…? My thoughts have come back, it seems.)
While my gaze roams all around me, it is suddenly

intrigued by a poster hanging on the wall. It is the portrayal by an artist of one of the numerous local gods. This kind of picture is everywhere, in the taxis, in the shops, on every free street corner…
In one fell swoop, wham! Enlightenment! I’ve got it! Posters! We need to draw posters! That is the language that everyone here understands. It’s also a challenge perfectly suited to me which I am capable of giving to this people…

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Save as many of them as you can             
Before leaving, I am invited to a family belonging to the Christian community. In spite of their poverty, the couple have adopted several young orphans, thus saving them from being forced to beg on the streets, as well as from the worst forms of abuse that a child can know. They introduce me to a little lad crazy about drawing: I bend down towards him, give him one of my comic books that I am carting around with me in my luggage. This book represents a fortune for him and, even if I had succeeded in giving it to an Indian editor, he would never have appreciated it as much as this little lad with sparkling eyes. I also give him my pencil and with a tremble in my voice tell him:
‘Draw for the Lord and your people, my boy! Art isn’t just a game or a hobby but it’s very important! Show Jesus’s way to your people and save as many of them as you can!!!

 

To be continued next week"
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India (part 3)

A story from “Appointment in the forest“ Part 3 (to see the part2) The meeting of the 1000 On the stage, I am standing in front of more than 2,000 pastors’ eyes (2 per person!), inquiring and curious to see … More… More…

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Part2 (to see the part1)

Tears, that’s nothing…
Scarcely has the taxi dropped me off than already it disappears, caught up in the business of the traffic. Around me there is nothing but people; they’re there everywhere and all the time. They pass by, sell, stare into space, sleep directly on the ground (unless it’s a corpse). Misery in all her forms lives here. There is such a thirst for hope that people are prepared to pray to even any object, tree, statue in the hope of quenching their thirst for the Divine. It’s a world forgotten by comfortable Christians and everywhere I see so many lost people… so many…
All the way through that first night in India, bursts of noises from the streets climb all the way up the walls to infiltrate the badly soundproofed windows of my hotel room and arouse my Western feeling of security.
Confronted by the scale of this poverty, which has slapped me in the face, I am completely helpless. Alone, sitting on my bed, I pray for this country. My heart is broken, there is nothing I can offer them apart from my  tears, which form droplets all the way down my cheeks for them… Jesus, my master, silent but present at the foot of the bed, will maybe be able to make something out of them… (?)
 Journey to the edge of the world
As soon as the leaders have joined me, the old cliché of the white missionary wearing a pith helmet is sent packing. Here the mission is managed by and for Indians… They are the ones who guide me through the human jungle of this country to the place of our next meeting.
We travel by science-fiction (or by train, it’s all the same!). The door of the old, tired train is wide open and I sit down as if on the edge of the water to dip my feet into the emptiness just above the ground which is slipping by.
At any moment I expect to hear the remonstrance of a ticket-inspector behind my back who, in his Swiss German accent, would say to me:
‘Nein, verboten’ (prohibited)! You can’t do that!!’
But no, here the people are not treated like children; it’s cool. (Maybe in Switzerland we are not as free as we imagine…?) By the side of the rails of the train track, people, always people… What are they doing? Are they watching time go by? They readily smile at me and I can see that it’s from the heart… (This time there’s no mistaking: I am on another planet!)
We pass by a public rubbish dump which goes on for ever; people are defecating there without any embarrassment. A stone’s throw further on, a starving child is looking for its daily food in the stinking rubble. In front of a makeshift shack, built with the help of the materials strewn all over the ground, an entire family watches me, in silence. That’s how the majority of the people on my planet live. It’s intolerable. Thank goodness my tears cloud my vision.
With anger in my heart, I grab hold of my pencil and draw for them, as in a cry of despair:
‘You are not forgotten!! You are precious, God loves you, His Son was born in your midst!!! Take heart!’
(One day my picture will reach them…)
 Persecutions
The reception centre of the mission is an oasis of tangible peace, freed from the latent oppression which, elsewhere, you can sense pretty much all over the place. As well as being our meeting place, it is also that of the leaders of the church who have come from all over the country. Some of them have had to contend with inordinate distances to get here.
From the moment I arrived, discretion has been advised to me for, even if India boasts of being the largest democratic country in the world, freedom of expression is still sitting in the waiting room. Hindus believe in castes, people ‘of lowly birth’ aren’t even considered as animals; with resignation, they suffer contempt and slavery. It’s not money but a change of mentality that the poor need in order to cope. When they learn that the Son of God in person loves them and took their lowly position, that they are priceless in his eyes, their lives change radically and are set free from fate. No longer condemned to being a low caste, they take charge of their lives. The high castes, outraged at losing their unpaid workforce, urge the Hindu religious fanatics to rise up.
5,000 Christians from the Orissa region have seen their houses burnt, their women raped and their pastors brutally killed by stab wounds. The families that managed to escape found a ‘shelter’ in the jungle. But it was inhabited by other predators such as the tiger and illness…

The leaders of the different communities consulted each other: should they take up arms to defend themselves?
All, with one accord, opted for the non-violence which Christ teaches. And they decided to forgive…

 
To be continued next week (Part 3 - out of 4)
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During my first night in India, I have the idea of a picture which will make it possible to present Jesus to someone who is unable to read and who would not have Western Christian culture as an option in his baggage. The Spirit of the creator, symbolised by his two hands, indicates the path to the one who really wants to find the way. This requires being attentive to the signs and to His voice which whispers in the hurly-burly of the world to the one who is sincere. This demands the ability to see the bigger picture, which wisdom gives, to realise that the easy little paths which society offers us all along our way are attractive, well marketed, but that their end is ruin. (Picture taken from the comic-book ‘Conventional Wisdom 3’)
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India (part 2)

A story from “Appointment in the forest“ Part2 (to see the part1) Tears, that’s nothing… Scarcely has the taxi dropped me off than already it disappears, caught up in the business of the traffic. Around me there is nothing but … More… More…

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Last news:(in english)

- Blog: India : part 4 (28.12.2015)
- Blog: India: part 3 (19.12.2015)
- Blog: India: part 2 (11.12.2015)
- Media : Press release (08.12.2015)
- Blog: India: part 1 (5.12.2015)
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- Blog: Alain Auderset’s story USFlag (06.02.2014)

Hi there! This website hopes to be interactive, fun and profound, efficient for all information and super practical for the shop! Don’t miss:
- The drawing of the month!
- Hilarious audio jokes (inspired by LSD!)
- The shop which contains articles only found here (and in the workshop)
Spoil yourselves! Well done to the site designers: www.ismael.ch (graphics) and www.julieniseli.com (programming)
 
 
 
 
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Welcome to Alain Auderset’s new website! Last news:(in english) – Blog: India : part 4 (28.12.2015) – Blog: India: part 3 (19.12.2015) – Blog: India: part 2 (11.12.2015) – Media : Press release (08.12.2015) – Blog: India: part 1 (5.12.2015) … More… More…

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A story from "Appointment in the forest"
In India you will go… On the eve of the publication of my first comic book, at a time when I still used to draw without the light of the flashes of journalists and when the idea of inviting me to speak to an audience would only have occurred to a desperate organiser, a man telephoned me. That voice (as well as the person to whom it belonged) was completely unknown to me back then. He told me amongst other things that he had had a vision of me speaking to thousands of young people and that (just like that, in passing…) God would send me one day to India… (?...okaaay… thanks for the call). The discovery of a plane ticket to India in my letter box ten years later leaves me speechless. Simultaneously, my recollections also place in the letter box of my memory the circumstances of the events described previously. Yet I believed that I had lost it in the annals of my brain, which is as messy as my desk (and that says it all!). The strange sender of the ticket is a mission by the name of ‘Empart’… Aha? ...A few months ago, I was invited to do drawings in conjunction with an Indian speaker. We had all had a good laugh because I had drawn a caricature of him on the big screen and he had shouted out this joke at me from the stage: ‘Hey, you, buddy, you’ll get what’s coming your way!’ The invitation is from him ; I phone the head of the mission based in my country to find out more : ‘Er… why do you want me to go to India ? What are you expecting of me?’ ‘We would just like you to come so that you are influenced by what you see there…’ ‘ ... and that’s all ?!’ They are not asking me to be a speaker, to repaint walls with Mickey Mouse, to dig a well or save any hostages (and that’s just as well, cos I really don’t know how that’s done!) …but just to come!?! india WC Where are we now !? From the moment I walk out of the airport, I am greeted by that distinctive smell (spice and piss) and that permanent fog (dust and pollution) which, like the roadside vendors, will never give up following me around. The scene which imposes itself on my gaze is completely destabilising. Aarrrgh!!! It must be that stupid pilot who must have gone through a space-time corridor!! What I discover gives me the strange impression of having gone back in time. But it is different from the space-time continuum which has been ours, as in this one several aliens live in collusion with humans! Guys with enormous turbans on their heads, others, cut in two, moving about on skate-boards with the help of their arms, magnificent women decked out in rainbows… Keep moving, there’s so much to see! In the street, it’s no better : the roadway is teeming with an abundance of giant yoghurt pots with a number of random wheels, serving as vehicles. The English car, straight out of another century, which serves as my taxi, glides along, like an enormous boat in the cascades of a river made up of motley assorted vehicles, at the speed of the current of traffic. Here, drivers are completely freed from the constraint of the most rudimentary traffic regulations. When the taxi plunges in the wrong direction on to the motorway to gain a few unnecessary minutes, I stay cool (my brain has gone into ‘So what’ mode anyway, all that just can’t be real!)  
To be continued next week (Part 2 - out of 4)
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India (part 1)

A story from “Appointment in the forest“ In India you will go… On the eve of the publication of my first comic book, at a time when I still used to draw without the light of the flashes of journalists … More… More…

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