Julehistorie i engelsk

Uddrag

I strolled through the town and down to the harbour. When I was dejected I went down here. The people, the smell and the atmosphere usually make me happy again. I sat down on a bench, looking at a big white ferry. Some people were unloading it. “Jack”, someone yelled. I looked around, but I couldn't see anyone. “Jack, old friend. I'm over here”, he yelled again. I looked at the ferry. Suddenly I caught sight of a man, who was leaning over the rail of the ship. The man was very tall and very broad. His black hair was in a ponytail and it went down to his shoulders. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt, even though it was freezing. I felt, I had seen him before. “It's me. Joe Nelson.”, He yelled laughing. Now I remembered. Joe Nelson was my partner in the school of journalism 7 years ago. Joe went down from the big ship, and continued towards me. I pulled my hand up from the warm pocket, and was ready to shake hands with my old... Køb adgang for at læse mere Allerede medlem? Log ind