braakliggende stukken land. Achter

braakliggende stukken land. Achter een hek lag een vuilstortplaats; de stank was enorm, waaiend over de huizen en de mensen. Honden probeerden iets van hun gading te vinden.
In Brin's straat was een opstootje.
Een scheef geparkeerde auto werd belaagd door tientallen mannen. Er was gesjor en getrek. Toen hij dichterbij kwam bleef hij staan; de grimmige sfeer was voelbaar.
"Godverdomme klootzak, kon je niet uitkijken? Een deuk in mijn bumper!"
De eigenaar van de geparkeerde auto stond tegenover een andere man, die hem hooghartig aankeek.
"Kijk naar jezelf, sukkel. Dat roestblik van je is niets meer waard!"
De mannen drongen tegenelkaar op.
"Geef hem een mep, Carl!" riepen verscheidene vrienden. Ze balden allen hun vuisten.
"Sla hem inelkaar, Bruce!" De tegenstanders lieten zich niet onbetuigd.
Hill wachtte de strijd niet af.
HIj maakte een grote boog om de strijdende partijen en via het andere trottoir liep hij verder.
Bij Brin's huis aangekomen keek hij om.
De mannen waren opgelost in de lucht.
Een politiewagen reed langzaam door de straat.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

undeveloped tracts of land. Behind a fence lay a landfill site; the stench was huge, fanning out over the houses and the people. Dogs were trying to find something to their liking.In Brin's Street was a small riot.A crooked parked car was attacked by dozens of men. There was all this hauling and pulling. As he approached, he continued; the grim atmosphere was palpable."Goddamn bastard, you couldn't look out for? A dent in my bumper! "The owner of the parked car was in front of another man, who looked at him supercilious."Look at yourself, dumbass. That rust look of you is nothing more worth! "The men pushed against each other."Give him a whack, Carl!" called several friends. They all balden their fists."Save him in a heap, Bruce!" The opponents were along.Hill waited for the fight.He made a big bow to the warring parties and through the other sidewalk he ran on.Arrived at Brin's House, he looked.The men were dissolved in the air.A police car drove slowly down the street.

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

fallow lands. Behind a fence there was a dump; the stench was enormous, blowing over the houses and the people. Dogs tried to find something to their liking.
In Brin's street was a scramble.
A crooked parked car was attacked by dozens of men. There was yanking and pulling. As he approached, he stopped; the grim atmosphere was palpable.
"Goddamn bastard, you could not watch? A dent in my bumper!"
The owner of the parked car stood in front of another man who he haughtily looked at.
"Look at you, sucker. That rust look of your is worthless!
"The men pressed up against each
other." Give him a blow, Carl! " cried several friends. They all clenched their fists.
"Beat him inelkaar, Bruce!" The opponents had themselves along.
Hill awaited the struggle unfinished.
He made ​​a wide circle around the combatants and on the other sidewalk, he walked away.
When they arrived at Brin's house he looked back.
The men were dissolved in the air.
A police car drove slowly through the streets.

Resultaten (Engels) 3:

fallow land. behind a fence was a landfill; the stench was huge, waaiend about the houses and the people. dogs try to find something they like.in brin's street was a disturbance.a crooked parked car was surrounded by dozens of men. there was gesjor and tugging. when he came closer, he remained; the grim atmosphere was palpable."fucking asshole, couldn't you? a dent in the bumper.the owner of the car was parked against another man, who looked at him haughtily."look at you, loser. that roestblik of you is worth nothing! "the men took tegenelkaar."give him a slap, carl!" cried several friends. she balden all their fists."beat him up, bruce!" the opponents had acceded.hill was the battle.he made a bow to the warring parties and through the other pavement, he ran away.brin's arrived at home, he looked for.the men were dissolved in the air.a police car drove slowly down the street.