Tschick Nederlandse Versie - Pdf 51
Tschick slapped the dashboard. "Scheiße."
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 nederlandse versie pdf 51
"What?"
"Come on, Klingenberg. Let's go see what's around the bend. On foot." Tschick slapped the dashboard
"Tschick," he said.
He’d stolen the book from the school library in Berlin because the cover had a cool car on it. Now, three weeks later, he was sitting in the passenger seat of a stolen Lada, somewhere near Lelystad, with a Russian-German juvenile delinquent named Tschick at the wheel. The original plan—to drive to Wallachia—had gone off the rails somewhere around the German-Dutch border. Now they were lost, low on gas, and Tschick had just announced they were going to steal a boat. " Een bocht in de dijk ," he read slowly
