As a German I don't cross the road if the stop signal is red for pedestrians.
Even when it's 2 am in the village I grew up in and the street is completely empty.
I carry around tiny gum wrappers and not so tiny items until I find a trash can because I can not (with a capital C = CAN NOT) bring my hand to just let it float on it's merry way. Littering is a crime in my country. You don't go to jail for it, but you pay money when you're caught at it (OK. Probably not for throwing away a gum wrapper, but the concept of throwing one on the street still seems kind of daring).
There is also a set of beliefs I hold dear, some of them concerning children and where they should or shouldn't be, or have to be.
So as I walk and drive (am driven) around Mumbai, I am alternately shocked and amazed.
Because you actually can open a third lane in a two lane street without anybody getting hurt or even being particularly offended.I swear, the Indians make the Italians look positively civil when it comes to driving!
You can throw things away and the sky doesn't open to strike you with lightning and thunder, and it doesn't even smell as bad as I would have thought.
And the little girl smiled and fought with her brother like any other kid would.
I can't throw my cultural background overboard, and it's very hard not to judge, but I'm trying. One thing I have to say about the city: Never, not once, did I feel scared or threatened. I just feel like a complete stranger.