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Maik looked up. Fifty meters ahead, the narrow road curved sharply around an old brick pumping station. Beyond it, the landscape changed. The geometric tulip fields gave way to a scraggly forest of poplars and a rusty sign: Geen toegang – Privéterrein .

Maik looked down at page 51 again. The last sentence of the page, which he hadn't read aloud, suddenly seemed to glow in the twilight:

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. tschick nederlandse versie pdf 51

And then you stop. And then the real story begins.

"What?"

"See?" Tschick grinned, showing a missing molar. "Even the book says so. And it's the Dutch version. Dutch people know about dikes. It's practically a prophecy."

Silence. Just the lapping of water against the dike's base. Maik looked up

Then the engine coughed. Once. Twice. And died.