| His Holiness Indradyumna Swami - I Never Cry: 
Excerpted from the Diary of a Traveling Monk - Volume 11, Chapter 10 - October 11, 2010
Life on the festival tour in Poland this summer was austere - the cramped living facilities, the long hours, and the hotter-than-normal weather - but our three hundred devotees kept their spirits up all the way through. Many said that it had been our best tour, as proved by the largest crowds ever. But mostly it was the appreciation that the guests showed, saying it in many loving ways, that set this year's tour apart from all the others. It was never more obvious than at Rewal, our last festival. As we had only one harinama to advertise the event, I gave the devotees a little pep talk before we started. "It's a beautiful day," I told them, "and everyone is on the beach. At this moment not a soul in town knows we are having a program tonight. Over to the right you can see the setup crew starting to put up the tents on the field. There's a German word, 'blitzkrieg,' that refers to an army invading a town with lightning speed. So we're going to blitzkrieg Reval this morning and let everyone know about the festival tonight." The devotees cheered and quickly set about readying all the sankirtana equipment: the accordions, mrdangas, djembe drums, karatalas, flags, banners, and festoons. Within minutes, a hundred and sixty devotees descended onto the beach joyfully chanting and dancing. As we wove our way through whatever little space was left on the beach, people grabbed invitations right out of our hands. After half an hour we stopped, and Tribhuvanesvara dasa gave a short talk to invite everyone to the festival. Afterwards people raised their hands and asked questions. People who had never seen us before stood dumbfounded by the keen interest others showed. "Do you have a new theater this year?" asked a man. "Is the Sankhya dance group from Mumbai performing again?" said another. "Will there be a dance contest for the children to win a sari?" a woman called out. The kirtana party continued down the beach, and I walked a little behind to be with some of the devotee children. "Guru Maharaja," a boy said, "we have a question. We want to ask if you ever cry." I stopped. "What?" I said.
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