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Oliver has been quick and scraped the worst of the snow off the tiled hallway, leading from the main
door to the garage. Just inside the door, on the right, is the switch which, when she presses it, causes
the garage to slide open, by itself.

The car is already warm and comfortable, with a smell of leather and wood as she adjusts to the
driver's seat. A press of the start button and the engine starts, with a pleasant, exclusive buzzing
sound. With dexterity, she gets the car backed out of the garage, swings back to the right, and places
the car directly with the engine on in front of the front garden.

A classic front garden with tiny trees and bushes was originally Olivers idea. -A bit old fashioned
perhaps, but it works. The kids love to play there while waiting to get into a car or other things the
family need to do when leaving or coming home. -she has learnt to love it the kind of outdoor
waiting hall. . Quickly she goes back to the house and collects their bags which are inside the
distribution corridor, locks the front door and returns to the car with them, opens the luggage
compartment with a click of the electronic key, and places them in the luggage compartment. "Then
it's time to leave."

She shouts. At the same time, more or less, the same thing is going on in the other neighboring
villas. In the fashionable neighborhood, there is a lively activity in the morning. In a busy yet relaxed
way. Most people can decide their own meeting times. Busy people but in a relaxed way that
characterizes the type of person who has had a lucrative career and to the extent that already at this
point could retire from working life and enjoy life. The Villa road is a total of 1 kilometer long and
connected to the beach road runs from The Beach Road, a two-lane coastal road that runs from
Østerbro in Copenhagen and all the way to Helsingør in North Zealand.

She repeats slightly to the right than last time

"Lea and Galvin we're going."

Finally, they give up on repairing the snowman and head towards her and the car; she opens the
back door and places the children, Galvin in the child seat, and Lea directly in the back seat with the
safety harness around.
She closes the door to the back seat and, moves around the car around the bonnet, opens the door
to the driver's seat, from behind a car accelerates strongly, involuntarily stops, turns her head back
towards the neighboring property, and registers in a split second that a black person's car is heading
towards them. Throws herself into the front seat, whereupon there is a deafening bang as the car
coming from behind with full force torpedoes the open side die so that the Jaguar she and the
children find themselves being pushed a meter further forward halfway up opposite the square.

Children scream; she herself has only one thought – my legs. The noise of the engine and the
reckless driving of the black person's car continues as it, with screeching tires, makes a violent U-
turn and, at high speed, drives back towards the beach road again and disappears

-Her legs are still there, instinctively she knows that they might as well have been sawn off -As if in a
trance, she hears the children screaming; she perceives the approaching neighbors, the four shocked
craftsmen who, less than 2 minutes ago, were sitting in their cars behind, and drank morning coffee
have experienced the whole thing. Voices crying hands that take hold of her gently.