Akkrum has been able to hear me since 1698.
I hung in the tower with my big brother.
In 1943 I was taken away by the occupier.
They gave me a number and a letter.
That trip did me no good.
My voice became hoarse and I stopped.
Now I hang like "the emergency bell" next to the church
and I look at the restoration work.
September 19, 1998
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