Monoloog van iemand die het gewoon werd tegen zichzelf te praten
Lightweight and not too unamusing story about a Senegalese prostitute whose customer, a famous Belgian cyclist, dies during a night they spent together. Based, of course, on the death of Frank Vandenbroucke (lack of inspiration, mister Verhulst?). I read this small book in just one night, it gave me a nice relaxed evening. But not much more than that.
