It was pouring like hell. The air was just white. Thick white fog. I tried to guess where the gas station might be. It was on my GPS but I was not able to see anything at all. After I found it I found out that my credit card was not working there and I only had $ 5 cash left. Thunder was rumbling so loud that the asphalt seemed to shake. I was back in Chicago! The city I loved so much. And it seemd to celebrate the end of my trip with a great firework of chaos and storm. Goodbye, USA!
After some detours I reached the rental car station. Keep in mind: It’s always great fun to drive several times around the block because you missed this one and only street you had to find. Squeezed by the narrow roads and one way signs while you are haunted by the ambulance while twenty other cars are honking like shit.
I spent two more days in Chicago. I didn’t need a map anymore. Everything looked so familiar. Like I had been there yesterday. I took a break at the sign that marked the beginning of Route 66. And suddenly everything seemed to shrink. Time. Distances. The trip. Me. Have I really done this crazy shit? Was it real? Tourists were running around me like in time lapse. Nobody knew where I had been. I smiled. Nobody knew. But every mile and every second was preserved in my heart and shining brighter than the sun.
The next day I was standing at the airport. When the plane took of I had a beautiful view on the skyline of Chicago from above. Tears came to my eyes. “Goodbye”, I said moved. Round about twelve hours later – after a stopover in London – the plane was landing in Düsseldorf, Germany. I could see the Rhine River. The wings were nearly touching the first houses and trees. And again I had tears in my eyes. I was coming home. I never laughed, cried, danced, swore and wondered as much as I did over the past four months in my entire life. I never lived so hard and fulfilled before. No line on the horizon – forever!