Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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even talk to me”, he says. “Not in English of course, but<br />
then I say ‘hey little fellow’, and then they chatter back<br />
in their own special way.” With a tender look he watches<br />
one of his little fellows cram a piece of baguette into its<br />
mouth, while another one is trying to trick him out of it<br />
and a third one keeps an eye on us. “They’re something<br />
special”, he decides.<br />
When later on we have repacked our suitcases and put<br />
them in the trunk of the Chevy, all of a sudden things go<br />
wrong. The car key is gone. It can’t be, but nevertheless,<br />
it is. I had it last, to open the trunk and now its no longer<br />
there. While the temperature is already well in the eighties<br />
again, we are searching in places where it never can<br />
be. Under the car, in the exhaust, near the spare wheel,<br />
in bed, behind the television. The thing is and stays gone.<br />
We have a spare key, but that is bound together on one<br />
ring that wouldn’t open with the one that’s lost. Key, key,<br />
key, no key. Without keys we can’t drive. Without keys<br />
we can’t switch on the AC. Without keys we can’t do anything.<br />
Without. I drop in a chair.<br />
“I’m so terribly sorry”, I say to Janny.<br />
She has in the meantime reopened her suitcase and is<br />
throwing her clothes on the bed because the thing has got<br />
to be somewhere. And than I see it. Right where the slide<br />
in suitcase handle is supposed to rest. Slipped in while<br />
lifting it, because now I remember that I’d put it right<br />
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