Silence. Just the lapping of water against the dike's base.
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
"I think page 51 is where we finally get it right." Silence
Tschick slapped the dashboard. "Scheiße." The Dutch words felt like pebbles in his mouth
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.
And then you stop. And then the real story begins.