Last night, Sunday night, Gael and I drove through some sad, cold german roads to achieve our daily goal : have a beer at the Sand american motel, lost in the middle of nowhere, a personal dream of one of those america lover. We parked, got in, and there he was, in a smoky room, 5 american flags on the walls, pictures of wolfs, indians and other american cliché, 2 girls and 2 guys eating in a corner, they love america too, their outfits scream it. German news are on, everybody is smoking. Our table is covered by a red plastic sheet, a yellow flower is dying on it, the bar is typical german bar disguised in a dinner… we just love this place !
50 euros a night, take the small german road and pretend you are on the 66, park your car in front of one of those booth with its blue or red light. Get you key, and enjoy america. How funny is this.
Gael’s smile is back on his face, the end of the year is not easy for us who never get to rest.
The motel is like a void, a nowhere place, the pink Motel sign 20 meter above the german ground is disappearing in my retrovisor, i suddenly doubt it even exists.