Hill verkrampte.Rush hour. It was r

Hill verkrampte.
Rush hour. It was rush hour. Hij was compleet vergeten, dat rond dit tijdstip de kantoren leegstroomden. Overal renden mensen van trappen, holden over de perrons en propten zich in de treinstellen. Eens per week ging hij naar zijn zuster Brin om er te eten, maar hij vergat telkens dat de subway dan afgeladen was.
In het licht van de tl-buizen zat iedereen er ziek uit. Geelgroen en vaal. Binnen een mum van de tijd moesten de mensenmassa's naar binnen, in nog slechter verlichte cabines met te weinig zitplaatsen. Wankelend hing Hill aan een beugel. Hij werd geflankeerd door een grote zwarte man die slechts in een hemd en sportbroek gekleed, een onaangenaame geur verspreidde, een zweetlucht zo zwaar, dat hij dacht dat hij flauw zou vallen. Tegen zijn onderrug duwde een vrouw. Hij durfde niet achterom te kijken, maar aan de hoogte van haar borsten herkende hij dat ze gering van gestalte moest zijn. Rechts van hem bungelde een jongeman zonder haar, een ring door zijn neusgat en twee door zijn oorlellen. Op zijn armen en rug bevonden zich kleurige tatoeages, waardoor het leek alsof hij een bedrukt hemd droeg, maar Hill zag zijn tepels, waardoor eveneens een ring gestoken was.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

Hill cramped.Rush hour. It was rush hour. He was completely forgotten, that around this time the offices leegstroomden. Everywhere people ran stairs, holden on the platforms and irresponsibly stuffed themselves on the train. Once a week he went to his sister Brin to there to eat, but he forgot every time that the subway was packed then.In the light of the fluorescent tubes sat everyone sick. Yellow green and sallow. Within no time the crowds inside, in even worse lit booths with too few seats. Staggering hung Hill to a bracket. He was flanked by a large black man who dressed only in a shirt and shorts, a onaangenaame smell spread, a sweat air so heavy, that he thought he was faint. Against his lower back pushed a woman. He dared not looking back, but at the height of her breasts he recognized that they had to be small in stature. To the right of him dangled a young man without her, a ring through his nostril and two by his ear lobes. There were colorful tattoos on his arms and back, making it seemed as if he wore a printed shirt, but Hill saw his nipples, making also a ring was stabbed.

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

Hill cramped.
Rush hour. It was rush hour. He had completely forgotten that empty flocked offices around this time. Everywhere people were running stairs, ran across the platforms and crammed into the carriages. Once a week he went to his sister Brin to eat there, but he always forgot that the subway was then unloaded.
In the light of fluorescent tubes was everybody sick. Yellow-green and pale. Within no time had the crowds in, in even worse lit booths with too few seats. Staggering Hill hung on a bracket. He was flanked by a large black man who spread only in a shirt and shorts dressed, a disagreeable odor, body odor so heavy that he thought he would faint. Against his lower back pushed a woman. He dared not look back, but at the height of her breasts, he recognized that they had to be of small stature. To his right was dangling a young man without hair, a ring through his nose and two by his earlobes. Were on his arms and back are colored tattoos, so it looked like he was wearing a printed shirt, but Hill saw his nipples, which was also inserted a ring.