Hill hoorde een plof op de bodem va

Hill hoorde een plof op de bodem van de container. Een tijdelijk graf, totdat de container geleegd zou worden. Daarna zou de rit naar de vuilstortplaats gaan. Tussen alle overbodigheid dat deze stad produceerde, zou de hond zijn laatste rustplaats vinden.
Aan deze zijde van de straat groeide er mos tussen de straattegels. Sommige waren gebroken, andere zelfs verdwenen, zodat Hill een sprongetje moest maken. Het was geen sprongetje van blijdschap. Omdat de huizen omringd werden door torenhoge flatgebouwen, waren er plekken die de zon nooit bereikte. Ze lagen continue in de schaduw, een blauwgrijze schaduw van verrotting.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

Hill heard a thud on the bottom of the container. A temporary grave, until the container is emptied. Thereafter, the drive to the landfill. Between all the redundancy that this city produced, would the dog find his final resting place.On this side of the street there grew Moss between the paving slabs. Some were broken, other even disappeared, so that Hill had to make a jump. It wasn't a little jump for joy. Because the houses were surrounded by towering apartment buildings, there were places that the sun never reached. They were continuous in the shadow, a blue-gray shade of rot.

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

Hill heard a thud on the bottom of the container. A temporary grave until the container would be emptied. Then the ride would go to the landfill. Between all the redundancy that this city produced, the dog would find his final resting place.
On this side of the street grew moss between the pavers. Some were broken, others even gone so Hill had to make a jump. It was no leap for joy. Because the houses were surrounded by towering apartment blocks, there were places that never reached the sun. They were constantly in the shade, a blue-gray shade of rot.

Resultaten (Engels) 3:

hill was a flop at the bottom of the container. a temporary grave, until the container is emptied. after the ride to the landfill. the redundancy between the city produced, the dog would be his final resting place. and on this side of the street between the straattegels moss grew there. some were broken, even disappeared.in order to make a spring hill. it was a spring of joy. because the houses were surrounded by towering buildings, there were places that the sun never reached. they were continually in the shadow, a gray shadow of decay.