Vertaling - Deens-Engels - Begravelse

We stepped out; my father opened the trunk and picked up the wreath. We went up to the church, my father carried the wreath and tried to hold it high enough to prevent the silk ribbon from being dragged along the ground. The ones from her class had wind jackets on, everyday clothes; they were not wearing black like us. I thought about birds. We shook hands and greeted everyone, they had cold hands and stayed outside when we went into the church to put down the wreath.