Page 53 - Fanget I Tiden oversættelse - caught in time (komplet)-converted

Trudie kept on brushing the jacket, while Uno repeated his command.

"I just don’t like it," Trudie said coughing.
"Everything with the Nazis and the ones you work for. I really don’t like it."

"Just give it to me!"

Trudie chugged like an old train into the bathroom and came back with two
cottons balls.

"Let me, daddy." Trudie eagerly expressed

She began dabbing the zit. Uno remained silent.
It was late in the afternoon. And he soon had a tram to catch. It was raining.

As he bent down to put on the galoshes, which stood neatly in front of his

doorstep, a nauseous feeling spread through him from his throat and out. With a

violent move he pulled the coat down from the coat stand and slammed the door
behind. He only heard half of Trudie saying goodbye.

On the way down the stairs he noted with discomfort the shelled paint in the

stairwell. The steps were not maintained with the same keenness as the green
lawn in the back yard.

An acrid stench of diesel struck him like a blow to the face, the very same

moment he stepped out into the street. It had been raining most of the day, and

the slightly yellowish lighting illuminated the streets. Rainwater and dirt from
the road sprayed up as a pair of soldiers rode by. He only just avoided being

soiled.

After ten minutes, he was traveling by the tram stop, a small roof under which
he sought shelter for the rain. On the opposite sidewalk he saw two young

women. They were elegantly dressed in beautiful coats, the one in Bordeaux, the

other in beige, and both with a little fox around their neck.
Possibly some of the Nazi fools’ whores, he thought to himself, just as the

women were casting a gloating glance at him and the others waiting. He wished

they knew who he was.
For a while the word revenge had begun to form in his mind. Revenge against the

damn Nazis who had taken what he loved most.