Excerpt from ’Nabelichting’, Chapter 13, Noise Pollution
“Motorcycles? With Babette? On a background of black tiles? I have a much better idea!”
Twenty minutes later we found ourselves in a messy garage. Everything seemed to be covered with grease. Vices, benches, all of the tools were stained black. Spare parts everywhere. Screwdrivers, spanners, wrenches, pliers, jars filled with grease. Posters advertising motor-oil were covering the walls.
On two little crates, in the middle of the room, stood an old, partially taken apart Norton motorbike, lit by a bleak, sinister light.