Half an hour later, the stretcher in front of the tent with the big cross on it above the entrance. Strangely enough, none of the tribal members had not had time to prevent the liberation attempt. But Aunt Shaan clearly said that the Volvo car had to be guarded before a car thief drove it away. And so Kees and Piet waited in front of the tent where Grandma was lying. The liberation should not last too long, otherwise they would not be able to sleep in the double bed tonight. Then it would be a night in the back seat of the Volvo, which was not very pleasant. Aunt Shaan had ordered to stay waiting until she had tried to free Grandma from her plight on the cushions. It took almost eternity until the groans of an old woman penetrated to the curtain. “Careful Mother, we will carry you out of this camp as soon as possible. Aunt Shaan tried to reassure her mother so as not to cause panic.

Just outside the tent lay the stretcher with its metal construction and soft carrier cover for one person. 'Oh, my grandchildren from the Netherlands' said Grandma and almost wanted to extend both arms to put them over the shoulders of Kees and Piet. “Don't, you'll fall before you know it “warned Aunt Sjaan and held her just in time before she fell. Grandma could hardly get enough of the sudden visit originally planned at the airport. 'My cousins have arranged this stretcher to carry you comfortably to the Volvo car, 'said Aunt Sjaan.

Grandma Sara looked questionably at the improvised bed. “You'll never get lifted up that stretcher. First, see me walking past those imbeciles of Indians, they are certainly not nice. ' Kees and Piet felt a cold shiver about the fact that imbeciles were able to achieve their goal with much force. “I've taken care of everything, believe me.” Aunt Shaan helped her mother to slowly lie down on the stretcher, which she steadfastly refused. 'Before I forget it', Grandma stammered and wanted to stand up independently, 'I found another special stone with ancient hieroglyphs that could come in handy for the family tree. ' “What “screamed a woman and two boys in choir. “Yes, the stone is a few tents down here. Just before they carried me to this ghost tent, I was allowed to sit next to the stone in question with strange clues engraved in it.

Don't forget to take it with you.” She tried to point with her hand the direction where the stone should lie. She decided to sit on the gurney anyway. After a few minutes, Aunt Sjaan had the heavy stone in her hands. “This is unimaginable, “she said. “By chance, discover an ancient stone weighing at least six kilograms.” She put the stone next to the black tent exhausting from carrying. “All right, that changes the case.” She turned her gaze to the ground to come up with a possible explanation for the current situation. The silence was interrupted by the presence of the tribal members. “Guys, we've been discovered, “Grandma suddenly shouted. At a distance, half of the tribal members and the tribal chief were watching the invaders with an angry face.

Since they didn't pronounce full sentences, it took a while before the group of people actually walked towards them. Aunt Sjaan stood speechless in front of her mother and Kees and Piet put a hand on Grandma's shoulder in defense. “Warn that Bart will return immediately” she stammered and grabbed the long branch she had previously used for the Indian. The device fell out of the pocket of Piet. The short cry of the Indian came across imminent and could be the signal to encirclement. 'Wait, 'suddenly said Grandma, and with great difficulty shoved off the heavy stone. The chieftain looked at with some surprise what Grandma had just pushed away. With a poor gesture, he kept his tribal members at a safe distance. He walked towards the obstacle, resting his left foot on the stone. The spear in one hand he planted on the stone as a means to keep his possible prey with him. Grandma shifted a little on the stretcher and put her hand next to the adorned foot of the tribal chief. This one wanted nothing but to look at Grandma's hand as long as possible. Even though she knew that the chief didn't understand her language, she spoke to him anyway. “That stone is for our family tree. He didn't seem to understand. He really needs to come to the car, 'said Grandma to Aunt Shaan. “You can never transport that heavy rock to the car, you need a wheelbarrow” was her answer. 'She's right, 'said Kees already obtained from the display of the tribal chief. “I suggest you first transport Grandma on the stretcher and pick up the stone at a later time.”

“Yes, but it's not as simple as it seems.” Aunt Shaan bent her head down and drew a strange symbol in the shallow sand. The tribal chief carefully followed her movements with the branch. After two minutes it became clear what she wanted to explain to the Indian. Chief also gives explanations. The man grabbed a found branch and drew a little boy with an arrow to a convex belly of a woman. The great Jesus Cross next to it depicted the sacred camp what he confirmed by placing the branch in it. “The stone is valuable and must not be allowed to leave this camp. We can take Grandma with us on the condition that we never step into this camp again.” Grandma was slightly caught by a red glow in her face. 'But then I was captured by those imbeciles for nothing, 'she said. “Well, be glad you're still being brought to town alive, “Kees said. Piet had not forgotten the message of Aunt Sjaan and had called Uncle Bart with the picked up walkie talkie. “In five minutes, he'll be in the camp.

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