Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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there non-stop from eight in the morning till midnight.<br />
For fifty cents you could stay there till you knew every<br />
joke by heart.<br />
And because Maharaj ji had a motor home as huge<br />
as a public bus in order to see America, with a kitchen,<br />
bathroom, sleeping room and all, Tom figured we could<br />
take the Ford Capri of Finance to Aspen, a ski resort about<br />
three hundred miles up in the Rocky Mountains that until<br />
then I had only seen in the far distance walking to<br />
the office. He taught me how to stay upright on ski’s, we<br />
visited the local hippie theatre (‘bring out your favorite<br />
smoke wear’) and crashed at a former girl friend’s from<br />
before he joined Maharaj ji. More mistakes together were<br />
hardly possible.<br />
And because Maharaj ji when he was sixteen married<br />
a follower called Marolyn, who worked in his ‘divine<br />
residence’ in Malibu, and even had a child with her,<br />
I already figured in Amsterdam that I could once and<br />
a while hold hands with Stefanie, with whom I could<br />
always talk about all things so well. In Denver I missed<br />
her. The American followers were definitely warm-hearted<br />
and kind, but in Denver I kept walking around as a<br />
bit-player lost on the wrong film set. And without any<br />
idea where to find the exit.<br />
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