Silence. Just the lapping of water against the dike's base.
Then the engine coughed. Once. Twice. And died. tschick nederlandse versie pdf 51
"It's a novel," Maik sighed. "By a German author. Translated. It's not a prophecy." Silence
"Come on, Klingenberg. Let's go see what's around the bend. On foot." tschick nederlandse versie pdf 51
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