With a beer in his hand, Peter Boerrigter takes a seat in his garden chair, in the shade of the beech tree. A quiet summer evening at his favorite spot can begin. Then he hears a deafening crack. "I couldn't get away."
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With a beer in his hand, Peter Boerrigter takes a seat in his garden chair, in the shade of the beech tree. A quiet summer evening at his favorite spot can begin. Then he hears a deafening crack. "I couldn't get away."