He stays in Mysore for 10 days, doing nothing, not visiting even any of the touristic attractions of the city. He meets the recepcionist of his hotel, a humble and consistent Muslim who had studied with some sufi guru in the past, and recommends him to go to visit his master in a village in the middle of nowhere. The place is old and miserable, there's quite a few people waiting, most of them must be neibourghs, but he is not patient enough and leaves.
In a train trip to Bangalore, he meets a PhD on Economics who invites him to his place for lunch; his mum is nosy and offers herself to find a wife for him, also she encourages him to visit her guru. My friend is quite reluctant, but at the end he decides to give it a try; the doctor goes with him and shows him an ashram that glows with devotion and goodness, however the guru is not at the place.
On his way back to Europe, staying at a friend's appartment in London, he shares the couch with a masseur from Australia, who somewhat convinces him to visit his guru. He finally puts his question, he's not very convinced with the answer, anyhow heconcludes he has to find his own way.
A while afterwards, he goes back to his native Switzerland, takes a proper job, and pushes himself to figure out what his direction should be...
