Tjah, mijn verhaal - Tweede deel
Een man in pak! Wat komt die doen?
Nieuwschierig??? Snel lezen! Maar deze stukjes zijn nog een beetje kort.
Nieuwschierig??? Snel lezen! Maar deze stukjes zijn nog een beetje kort.
Tweede deel
There is a man. He wears black, a black suit. He has this earphone thing in one ear, just like the FBI has in the movies. He tries to look friendly, though I can see that he's worried. "Hello, what is your name? is what he asks when I open the door. "Gina Devos." "Date of birth and spell your last name, please?" "Twenty-eighth of December 1990 and D-E-V-O-S," is my response: and you are?" "That doesn't matter. Can I come in?" "No." "Why not? he asks me surprised. "Cause I don't trust you." "Oh, hi," says my mom, coming out the living room: Come in." Sigh. "You need to pack your bags, says the man, as soon as he sits down in the living room: pack your valuable things, clothes..." "Excuse me, but why? I interrupt him. "Can't tell you here. Just make sure you're packed for a long journey. I'll tell you everything, but we gotta catch a plane first."
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