Keerdtrepp : reportaaž

"The highway ran along like a uniform gray ribbon, occasionally drifting lazily and as if against its will to the right or left. The evening twilight flickered behind the windshield of the car, a light fog made it a little ghostly. Jonas held the steering wheel and thought: it's going to be a bloody night. He had a slight fever, when accepting a taxi from a couple, he had hidden it and now he regretted it..."