Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers

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
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