Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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vice principal. And won. We all got our jobs back. Bob had<br />
explained to Maharaj ji what would happen if we really<br />
would split.<br />
Walking back on Colfax Avenue to my apartment with<br />
the long pile carpet in the bathroom and the dark wood<br />
kitchen, I longed for that truant feeling of the day before<br />
when we were all suddenly fired. Just like that time when<br />
I was on my way to kindergarten, and with a sudden insight<br />
into my possibilities turned around and just walked<br />
back home. Away from the dark door that was so heavy<br />
you couldn’t possibly open it by yourself. Away from the<br />
playground where you never knew if today again you<br />
could remain on good terms with the bullies. Away from<br />
the nun, who was supposed to help and protect, but<br />
turned out scary with her harsh white hat that left red<br />
lashes on her neck and forehead. Free. You know the sky<br />
will tumble down when you do it. Too bad.<br />
The next day I stepped into Bob Denton’s office. “I<br />
prefer staying fired”, I told him. It was a short conversation.<br />
He understood, he said. So much had happened.<br />
I could arrange a ticket for Amsterdam at ‘Travel’. Back<br />
home I could, no doubt, do something for the Divine Light<br />
Mission. No longer in an ashram, that was obvious of<br />
course.<br />
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