I started this story a long time ago. Purely to see if ok can also write stories. I think it's starting to work pretty well. However, I would love to get hints or tips to improve my writing in the meantime. Who knows, maybe I'll go a real #boek write.

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#schrijven , #vervolgverhaal , #Stoken , #licht , #Mine #fles #Jaap

Then I'm up again, the cage has brought me up again. I'm chasing a line of tourists, photographers, I think they're heading towards the big building with that strange Ferris wheel on top of it. There, at that building should also be the tourist booth. But a little further, behind the building is the police space, there I actually want to go first, I know I put a lot on the line, and also I know that my buddy is still in the other mine, he could just become a hostage in a battle between the police, Bas (or his brother) and Jos! Jos!

The conflict that I'm in makes me look around, constantly on my guard, am I being followed? And by whom? Everyone I see is suddenly suspicious, those cameras from the group I walk into are excellent tools to observe someone from a great distance. And cameras, they're really plentiful here.

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