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Een Antwerpse jongen uit een volksbuurt uit Borgerhout krijgt een opdracht voor een examen Engels: "Schrijf een kort toneelstuk over een gezinsdrama in het Engels."
De jongen kan niets aan zijn ouders vragen want dat zijn eenvoudige werkmensen. Zijn vader werkt oan den dok en zijn moeder is kassière in den Aldi. Zijn geburen die zijn Marokaans....
Toch zet hij er zich aan en begint :
Ann sits in the hook of the chamber. She is striking a underbrook.
The radio stands on. Suddenly she hears a lawight in the gang.
The door goes open. There stud Burt.
Ann says: Haha, there are you. It is becans tide. From where come you, flierefloyter?
Burt: That goes you not on!
Ann is up her tows getrapped. She thinks she will fall from herself from pure alteration, so she goes lying longout on the sofa and begins to wine.
Burt says: Stop, hold up wining or I shall give you a vige on your smool.
That is too much for Ann. She flies right up from the sofa and balls her fist.
Ann: I can no longer stand you out! I will take another realgenut.
Burt: Pfoe, I will pull me that not on. I have raids another leaf.
White like a like Ann falls fourover on the tapite. Burt wrives in his hands from joy.
He does the door open and smites it after him too.
In the room, Ann comes to herself. She looks her very bad out and she thinks lout up: I will make myself from side'. She goes in the kitchen, takes a mess from the shoyf, but when she thinks of the blood and the pain, in once she has twayfels.
Then she thinks : mine strayk iron stands still up. Before I make myself from side I can still better pull the plug out.
But when Ann comes back in the strike corner she thinks: I make my not from side for a type like Burt! I will leaver stay an old vrayster the rest of my life and will never merry again'.
So you see but. The morrel of the story is that an Antwerp maske always her head with holds. That is because of course Antwerp is also the center of civilisation.
The public can then see Ann go and sit on the stool and take her strikework in her hands. The lights go out and the gordines go too...
17-10-2008, 18:08
Geschreven door Marc H 
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