Well, I will start with a little description of myself: my name is Steven Seeley, I am 25 years old.
For 10 years I live now in India, but my native country is England. I came to India in 1881 with my father. He was an important colonialist and he promises me that I will have a big future in India, so I followed him.
We lived in luxury. We had a big house with some servants and I also get in contact with some other politicians. But this luck should not long exist.
During his many journeys, my father was at home seldom and he began a relationship with his Indian secretary. Later he left my mom, my brother and me. At this point of time I was 17.
First, I did not want to go back to England, but now I regret my decision. I was depending to my father’s money and so I had to earn my own from one day to the other. I had no idea what to do, because I could not speak their language.
I started to create a street-show, but most of the Indian were too poor to give me more than a few Cent. I had to live from a half of bread for one day. At special days I granted myself some fruits.
On one day, a silly monkey stole my apples. And he returned every night. I could not do anything, so I had no other way as to accept it and we became friends.
By the time I taught him not to steal my food but from others. Later I also could include him into my street-show. The people were fascinated, but just for a short time.
During the first months I tried to make an application at English companies, but no one wanted to see me again. I think it was a result of my appearance: My clothes became tatters and my hair was all tangled and matted. If I am honest, I would not give someone a job who looks like that.
By now the first thing I will do if I will have enough money is to return to England. The problem is just, that the little money I panhandled, I need to buy food, mostly it lasts not even for that. Therefore I had no Cent to save.
I started to teach my monkey to steal some precious things, like embellishments or money. However till he will know what to do, a lot of time will go through and one important question came to my mind: How can I teach a monkey something, I can not show him?
Furthermore I tried to send a letter to my family and wanted to ask for help. Can you imagine how expensive a pen, a sheet of paper or even a postcard and a stamp from India to England are?
It is impossible for me to come out of here!
While I am here in India, I learned that you will fail if you have no one, not even an animal, who keeps you from going mad and if you have no money. Most of the Indian population are in this the same situation, but a big part of them are quite alone. I pity these people.