Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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Two<br />
New York. I had forgotten how beautifully worn out<br />
this city looks. Rusty fire escapes on bare facades. Pale colors,<br />
advertisements taped together. Like a pair of totally<br />
threadbare shoes that shuffle so nicely you never want<br />
to get rid of them. The scene in the East Village, where<br />
we live for four days behind exactly such a fire escape,<br />
fits that description exactly. Baggy T-shirts, shoelaces untied,<br />
sneakers with holes in them, our neighbor sitting on<br />
the stone stairs in front of his house in the sun. Nobody<br />
cares.<br />
The first time I was here, more than thirty years ago,<br />
I had decided to leave the Divine Light Mission of guru<br />
Maharaj ji. I was stopping over on a flight back home to<br />
Amsterdam from Denver, where I had maintained contact<br />
for the guru with his ashrams in Europe and Australia<br />
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