Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers

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When I looked through the rear window, I saw the man standing there, crying, his arms desperately in the air. Ox on the ground, wagon on its side at the shoulder, the flour he apparently transported in a big smudge on the road. It whirled up when our driver accelerated. 44
Nine Prem Nagar ashram in Hardwar, facing mother Ganges and the foothills of the Himalaya. The few Western followers that had been there, like the American with hepatitis-B on my ward in the Onze Lieve Vrouwe Gasthuis, pronounced the name with shiny eyes and covered in silence. The holiest place on earth. But not quite built for receiving three thousand guests. Actually the ashram was basically a bare piece of open field made of tamped down clay, with a rusty fence around it and a small loam building in the middle. Just outside the fence was a small vegetable garden. I saw a few mahatmas, who were driven around with high esteem in luxury cars and accommodated with soft sheets and long pile carpet back home, squatting on the ground to remove weeds between bushes with melons on it. The loam building on the ashram grounds consisted of two rows of small sleeping 45
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