Maik flipped the thin, onion-skin pages. The Dutch words felt like pebbles in his mouth. " Een bocht in de dijk ," he read slowly. " Daar begint het avontuur pas echt. Niet de snelweg, niet de rechte lijn. De bocht. "
The sun hung low over the Dutch flatlands, turning the Ijsselmeer into a sheet of crumpled tin foil. Maik Klingenberg, sweaty and convinced he was about to die, stared at the dog-eared page. tschick nederlandse versie pdf 51
"Come on, Klingenberg. Let's go see what's around the bend. On foot." Maik flipped the thin, onion-skin pages
Tschick stared at him for a long second. Then he laughed—a real laugh, not the sharp, defensive one he usually used. He kicked open the car door and stepped out into the wet grass. " Daar begint het avontuur pas echt