Onze zenuwen maken onze bewegingen

Onze zenuwen maken onze bewegingen ongecoordineerd. Bijna spastisch duw ik Vicky in de richting van de werkplaats, waar mannen met veiligheidsbrillen dingen doen. Ze sjouwen met hout of leggen een plaat onder de lintzaag.
Bij een oude werkbank staat Jack, gebogen over een te bewerken stuk hout. Hij voelt aan de randen en gebruikt dan de lange schaaf. Het maakt een zuigend geluid. Hij staat met zijn schoenen in het zaagsel en de ruggen van zijn handen zijn met houtstof bedekt. De weeiige geur van vers hout hangt als een wolk in de ruimte, als we door de ruiten kijken zien we het dwarrelen.
"Dag Jack," zeg ik en ik zie dat hij schrikt. Hij heeft ons niet verwacht. Hij zet zijn veiligheidsbril af en door de schone stukken rond zijn ogen lijkt hij op een skier die net een helling heeft bedwongen.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

Our nerves make our movements ongecoordineerd. Almost spastic I push Vicky in the direction of the workplace, where men with safety glasses do things. They lug around wood or impose a plate under the band saw.At an old Workbench is to edit Jack, bent over a piece of wood. He feels at the edges and then uses the long s. It makes a sucking sound. He stands with his shoes in the sawdust and the backs of his hands are covered with wood dust. The weeiige smell of fresh wood hangs like a cloud in space, as we go through the panes look we see the whirl."Day Jack," I say and I see that he scares. He has given us not expected. He puts his safety glasses off and by the fine pieces around his eyes, he seems on a skier that just a slope has been contained.

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

Our nerves make our movements uncoordinated. I almost spastic Vicky push toward the workplace, where men with goggles things to do. They carry with wood or put a plate underneath the bandsaw.
In an old workbench Jack, bent over a piece of wood to work. He feels at the edges and then use the long planer. It makes a sucking sound. He stands with his shoes in the sawdust and the backs of his hands are covered with wood dust. Weeiige the smell of fresh wood hangs like a cloud in space, if we look we see the whirl through the windows.
"Hello Jack," I say and I see that he scares. He did not expect us. He puts his goggles off and clean the pieces around his eyes, he looks like a skier who just a ramp has conquered.

Resultaten (Engels) 3:

our nerves ongecoordineerd our movements. i almost got vicky push in the direction of the workshop, where men do things with goggles. they move with wood or set a record by the band saw.in an old lathe is jack, bent on a piece of wood processing. he feels the edges, and then uses the long grain. it makes a sucking sound. he is with his shoes in the sawdust and the backs of hands are covered with wood dust. the weeiige smell of fresh wood hangs like a cloud in the space, if we look through the windows we see the swirl."hi jack," i say, and i see that he does. he didn't expect. he put his glasses off and clean pieces around his eyes, he looks like a skier just a slope has been contained.