"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."
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. "
"En dan sta je stil. En dan begint het echte verhaal."
"What?"
"Come on, Klingenberg. Let's go see what's around the bend. On foot."
