Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers

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Three So New York. The moment came that I didn’t believe anymore in walking around in a three piece suit. I didn’t believe anymore in the daily routine of going to the office, the six complete floors of a heavy stone building in downtown Denver that the Divine Light Mission rented from arms manufacturer Joe Gould. I didn’t believe anymore in the meetings on ‘international communication systems’, ‘financial planning and control’ and the hidden question: how the enormous stack of bills was going to be paid. I didn’t believe anymore in sleeping on the ground in a room with at least five other people. I didn’t believe anymore in food that shouldn’t be delicious because that would distract you from the straight path, not to mention women. And I didn’t believe anymore in a guru that refused to lower his daily allowance of five hundred dollars even by a dime to help relieve the financial burden of 14
his organization. But then again, that was just what triggered it. The life that I led didn’t bring me the tiniest bit closer to what I was looking for: being at peace with life. I wanted a normal home and a wife and a kid. I wanted my own life back. So I thought, more or less from one day to the other: I quit. I’m going back. See if I can get a scholarship, a place of my own, a nice university course. If I was flying home, ‘K’ and Jody said (two housemates from Denver who recently took a similar step), “you must drop by New York.” See something of the United States after all. “Actually”, said K (from Kendric III, I think, but nobody used all that), “you’ve gotta travel right through it. Straight across America. Then you’ll see how life here really is. And then New York. The reward.” He wouldn’t mind driving. His father was one of the major beer brewers of the United States. Because K had joined the guru, his father didn’t want to know him anymore, but within his family he could always get his hands on ‘wheels’. I had nothing at all. After my unfaithful move I was happy I was allowed to take a suitcase with some clothes and was offered a ticket home to Amsterdam. “You can stopover in New York without any extra costs”, K immediately figured out. With all the mileage that I had flown on my trips for the Divine Light Mission, Pan Am would happily arrange that for me. K knew the world. And I could stay at her parents house in Brooklyn (‘Bwwoeklin’), Jody said, so as far as 15
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there. I walk over to the suitcase
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