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.
"En dan sta je stil. En dan begint het echte verhaal." tschick nederlandse versie pdf 51
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. " Tschick stared at him for a long second
"Tschick," he said.