Rajneesh couldn't run any more. The assailants had fallen further back...his cross country training school had finally come of use...but they could have weapons. Nobody to ask for help. He had to run. Away from them. There was nowhere to go. He could cross the bridge ahead of him, but that neighborhood was closed-off, no way to get around. Unless. No, that would be silly, this was the middle of winter, the water would be cold, dak, stinky and he would get sick. But if he didn't. They could kill him. He didn't have options. He had to do it. He jumped into the cold, slow-flowing Bagmati river.
Twelve minutes later he turned up at Teku, drenched in sewer water, coughing and confused and completely exhausted. Find a phone, call the family. Get away from this crazy place. Run. From. This. Place. It was not for him.
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