Als je de eerste twee zinnen leest van het verhaal Without Inspection van Edwidge Danticat in The New Yorker, snap je dat je verder moet lezen:
It took Arnold six and a half seconds to fall five hundred feet. During that time, an image of his son, Paris, flashed before his eyes: Paris, dressed in his red school-uniform shirt and khakis the day of his kindergarten graduation. (Bron: The New Yorker)
