in some countries young people marry a

person chosen for them by their parents

sometimes these arranged marriages work

very well

and sometimes

they don't

it becomes more difficult when there are

questions of money or of distance

perhaps the man's family is rich

and the girl's family is poor

perhaps the two families live in

different parts of the world

from greece

to south africa for example

is a long

long way

[Music]

coming into athens

the man in the next seat put away some

papers

looking bored

air travel has changed our idea of place

time country i said to him

in fact there aren't countries anymore

in the way we used to think of them

nowhere is more than 24 hours away

soon the idea of having different

countries will just disappear

he laughed

what's so strange about that i said

and yet where i came from there are

still people who measure distance by

days

he lives two days walk away they say

are we talking about life in this

century

he said

the man was an american

and i had to explain what things were

like in parts of africa

i'd lived in some of its wilder places

during my 50 years

and now we can travel at the speed of

sound i went on

but we're like children

we don't know what to do when we get

there

he thought i was a little crazy

if you come from south africa you should

be black and speak zulu

he said

i do speak zulu was my answer

he left the plane at athens and i was

not sorry to see him go

johannesburg was another 12 hours away

i had not traveled through athens before

so i ran down the steps from the plane

to put my foot for the first time on

greek soil

i thought back two and a half thousand

years

to the time of ancient greece

did those great writers

euripides

and aristophanes once walk where i

walked now

did they see these same white and gold

hills

breathe this same air

it was late afternoon

and a soft summer light lay on those

distant white hills

over the smell of hot engine oil around

the airport

i told myself i could smell the sweet

clean air of ancient greece

i was not looking at faceless passengers

hurrying into a crowded airport

but could see girls with flowers in

their hair

dancing to ancient music

for ancient gods

and away to the north of the airport

athens called to me

that city of light

the birthplace of the western world

but i had no time to visit

i had to board my plane again

at the entrance to the airport building

a few bright flowers grew in dry dusty

soil

a young man with bad teeth

stopped to offer me picture postcards of

athens

then a bewildered little group of men

and women came into the airport building

the men in poor best clothes had big red

hands

the women carried boxes and packets

and one of the men had a cheap suitcase

a young girl at their center wearing a

yellow suit which looked uncomfortably

new

stared around her at the strangeness of

everything

she looked straight at me with the same

bewilderment

smiled

and turned away

her face had a beauty that was centuries

old

large dark eyes

a short straight nose

and a lovely

mouth there was a circle of white

star-like flowers in her long black hair

the light still touched the ring of

hills

as the sun went down

when the same sun rose again for me it

would be red and wintry over south

africa

why not leave the plane here

and find a little house somewhere

maybe there was a deeper quieter peace

in these ancient hills than in other

places

but they were calling my flight

i ran for the plane and was the last to

board it

the next seat to mine left empty by the

american

was now taken by the young girl in the

yellow suit

she stood up at once to welcome me

speaking in her own language

and gave me her hand

she moved with all the naturalness of a

wild animal

there had been tears in her eyes

back in her seat

she was looking out of the window trying

to see the tiny figures far away across

the runway

she waved a hand that no one would see

the plane's engines started up

i saw that a finger of the hand at the

window

carried the shining gold circle of a new

wedding ring

she cried in silence as the plane took

off and rose heavily into the sky

we could see the dark blue sea below

and far to the west

the path of the dying sun on the water

flying was clearly a new experience for

her

she said something quietly shaking her

head in wonder

the sadness left her and a minute later

she touched my arm and excitedly pointed

out something

athens was disappearing into the sea and

the night

already we were rising through the

clouds

i decided to go back to reading my

magazine

there was no way of making polite

conversation

and it seemed useless to look at her

just because she was very good to look

at

but she seemed not to realize there was

a language difficulty

a katarina she said pointing to herself

i told her my name

neil gordon

we shook hands again and she was

delighted that we could understand each

other so easily

we continued our conversation using

expressions and hand movements

and in answer to her questions i

explained that i was not an englishman a

german or an american i was a south

african living in johannesburg

ah johannesburg

that was where she was going

she looked very pleased and went on

talking

there was a warm feeling between us we

seemed like close friends

sometimes her face changed and she

looked sad

as she turned the ring on her finger

and suddenly she smiled and became

cheerful again

i did not understand her words

but that did not matter

she was like a child talking to herself

in the night

or a mother telling her thoughts to her

baby

the air hostess was passing and i said

to her

do you understand greek

a word she replied but one of the other

passengers looks greek so i'll ask him

a minute later she was back

i'm sorry she said he isn't greek he's

italian

but he says he'd be very pleased to

change seats with you and talk to the

young lady

tell him i said to stay in his own seat

i'm very happy where i am

the lights inside the plane had come on

the girl took off her jacket

and smiling asked my opinion of the

blouse that she was wearing

unlike her factory-made suit

it was a beautiful thing

clearly she had made it herself

and hours of careful work had gone into

the patterns of flowers and leaves

i told her how lovely it was

she watched my expression carefully

her face blushing a little

her eyes became serious

she sat thinking for a moment and then

she decided

she took her passport from her bag and

put it into my hands

it was a passport of my own country

with ekaterina's frightened little face

looking out of the photograph

how did she come to have a south african

passport

she had never left greece

but explaining this to me wasn't

difficult

she had married a south african

married him that morning in fact

and her husband

he was in johannesburg

she was going to meet him there

she had never seen him

the marriage had been by proxy

her parents had arranged it

i began to understand the whole thing

the husband had paid for everything

he had paid for her

he had sent money for the plane ticket

i asked the air hosters to bring a

bottle of wine to drink to ekaterina's

happiness

the italian passenger came to see her

i told him ekaterina had been married

that morning

and invited him to join us in a drink

he tried italian

spanish and german on her

but she only looked at him surprised

he drank to her happiness and kissed her

hand

which was small and strong

a working girl's hand

she is too beautiful he said to me

are you taking her to her husband

certainly not in fact i wanted to run

away with me and there's a good chance

she'll agree to it

she's just that child

i know how old she is i've seen her

passport

do you still want to talk to her

he shook his head and went back to his

seat

a katarina said something and smiled

she drank her wine slowly

and in a moment was lost in her own

thoughts again

her beauty was timeless

centuries old

untouchable

but the soft light in her eyes

and the shine of her dark hair

brought her into the present for me

here and now

sitting beside me

a warm

living

breathing girl

she turned to me looking serious

she put her hands together in front of

her

to show that she was asking for my help

with something very important

then she calmly handed me a photograph

it was of a young man about 28 or 30.

he had thick dark hair

the face was generous in its way strong

if not handsome

and eyes were pleasantly gentle

the photo had been cut out of a larger

photo

but enough was left to show that behind

the young man

was a shining new car

who

it was her husband of course whom she

had never seen

she told me his name

sabas atanasayadis

i hadn't looked up from the photograph

but i knew she was watching me carefully

standing next to the car

service looked unusually short

i had owned a car like that myself many

years ago but why did savas want a

photograph of himself in front of a 30

year old chevrolet shiny or not

a good man i said let's drink to sabas

atanaciades

i avoided her eyes pouring more wine

into our glasses

but her woman's instinct told her

something was wrong

i could feel that she didn't believe me

slowly and miserably she put away her

photograph

and she noticed her glass and lifted it

johannesburg she said

athena i replied

she repeated it

and added with a sad smile

vary

i did not know the town of vari

but wherever it was it was the place

where she had left her dreams

dinner was the usual kind of tasteless

meal that you get on planes

i showed ekaterina how to hold a knife

and fork

and she got through it by watching and

copying from time to time she looked

happily at me

her face a little pink from the wine

to her it was all new and strange

and wonderful

we came down at khartoum and left the

plane for an hour

a katarina kept close to me as we walked

to the airport building through the hot

breathless african night

there were sleepy flies on the dirty

tables in the restaurant

we drank a warm sweet drink that tasted

of soap

a man came through the restaurant

selling things

he showed a katarina a piece of cheap

silk

and her eyes shone with delight

i offered to buy it for her

she thanked me but no it was impossible

not because i was a stranger no that

wasn't it

perhaps because she couldn't give

anything back

then the man put a fan into her hand

it was worth almost nothing

and i paid too much for it but that was

different

a fan was necessary in the heat

the plane took off again

lifting up over sleeping africa

for a short time the river nile looked

silver in the moonlight

until it was lost in the darkness

we went on climbing alone into the milky

sky

the passengers started preparing

themselves for sleep

a katarina turned towards the window

and i lay back in my seat

horribly uncomfortable

about half an hour later i woke up

like a newborn animal

a katarina had moved as close as

possible to me

one arm was round my neck

and her face was half hidden in my

shoulder

she smelled sweet and warm

like wild flowers

or deep newly turned soil

she was asleep

and in her dreams she had returned to

vari

to a street of quiet little houses

to a single room full of sisters and

brothers

with animals to take care of perhaps

had she ever slept alone

who was i in her sleep

who was held in her poor arms

a little brother who was always crying

a sister restless with hunger

how could her family have sold this

lovely child

to an unknown husband

perhaps he was an honest man who had

earned his place in south africa

and now he was looking back into the

past

to take a wife of his own country

of the blood of greece

i only hoped he was good enough for her

i tried to tell myself she's nothing to

me

what does it matter who she marries

but it wasn't easy to say that

when she was actually asleep and warm

and living against my body

i slept a little

and when i woke up a katarina had not

moved

but she was now awake and her large eyes

were fixed darkly on me

how long had she stared at me like that

hello katarina i said

hello

she closed her eyes preparing for sleep

again

hey katarina i'm talking to you

a little movement of her head showed

that she was awake

listen

it may be a good thing that you don't

understand

listen ekaterina you shouldn't be here

go back

take the first chance to go back

this marriage may work but it may not

it's all wrong

you're not a thing for a man to buy

you're not a prisoner

it's so important to be free

go back and learn to be free

they've taken the past from you

and you're throwing away the future

a katarina it's always better to die

fighting

you must know that

i was talking almost to myself

she could not understand a word

but something in my voice frightened her

she began to cry

the great plane went on into the silken

blackness

under us lay africa

sleeping in the long night wind

she cried quietly but not for long

i think she was used to having sadness

in her life

she took my hand and kissed it before i

could stop her a little show of grateful

feeling which i found very moving

then she dried her eyes

and talked brightly for a few minutes

like a playful

child soon she fell asleep and her arms

reached out again towards me

in that instinctively loving way of hers

we came in over south africa before

daylight

people began to wake up

i went to have a wash

and when i got back i found a caterina

very unhappy

she and the air hostess were looking

everywhere for something

the italian was there too down on his

hands and knees to help with the search

what are you looking for i asked him

he stood up looking angrily at me

the girl's miserable what have you done

to her

you haven't slept well i suppose

slept i never sleep well on a plane

you should find another way of traveling

he went crossly back to his seat

a katarina asked me to help

but i had no idea what was missing

and it disappeared at khartoum

cartoon

she threw up her hands in the air

yes perhaps the people at khartoum had

robbed her

and suddenly a passenger a few seats

away held up a packet of newspapers

ah that was it yesterday's greek papers

for the good service to read

the evening news from antenna

arriving in johannesburg the next

morning

lucky man

i helped decatarino off the plane with

her bags and packets

the air was cold

and she looked around her frightened

i lost her in the crowd at the passport

desks

and did not see her again until we were

in the main hall of the airport building

there she was in a group of four or five

people

her head was low and her face was hidden

in her hands

i could not see which was service there

was nobody who looked like the man in

her photograph

she lifted her head and stared around

then she saw me and came running down

the hall

she put her head like a child on my

shoulder

crying miserably

the little group of strangers watched

from a distance

now i saw that savas the new husband

himself was there

it was certainly the man from the

photograph

but he was bald and old

and very short

and fat

i had half expected

it a katarina i'll help you get back if

you wish to attend to vari

i gave her my business card with my

address and phone number

and she stared at it through tearful

eyes

she took my hand

and held it for a moment

and she dried her eyes and walked slowly

back to the waiting group

her head held high

my son and his wife lorraine

found me standing there

i had not moved

and was staring after ekaterina

who's that beautiful little thing

lorraine asked

a katarina

is it a love story

i don't know

i think it's more like an unhappy ending

they were amused and laughed about it

while we had breakfast in the airport's

large cheerful restaurant

it's possible you've got it all wrong

said lorraine

remember you couldn't understand what

she was saying

my instinct tells me i'm right

your instinct only a woman can be sure

of her instinct

why didn't i speak to savas athanasiadis

at the airport

i do not know where to find him

his name is not in the phone book

i have waited to hear from ekaterina but

nothing

not a word

where is she

i remember how she walked calmly away

with her head up

a dark shining hair

the yellow of her suit

choosing to go

walking freely into a darkened future

but after all

perhaps lorraine is right

i have heard

nothing and it is now

four

days

[Music]

you

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在一些国家，年轻人嫁给

父母为他们选择的人，

有时这种包办婚姻很管用

，有时

却不行

很穷

也许这两个家庭生活在

世界不同的地方，

例如从希腊到南非

很长很

长的路

[音乐]

进入雅典

隔壁座位上的人收起一些

文件

看起来很无聊

航空旅行改变了我们的想法 地点

时间国家我对他说

事实上已经没有

我们过去认为的国家了

没有超过 24 小时的时间

很快就会消失拥有不同国家的想法

他笑

了我说的有什么奇怪的

然而我来自哪里

仍然有人用天来衡量距离

他住两天走他们

说我们在谈论这个

世纪的生活

他

说男人w 作为一个美国人

，我不得不解释

非洲

部分地区的情况

在我 50 年的时间里

，我住在一些比较荒凉的地方，现在我们可以以音速旅行，

我继续说，

但我们就像孩子一样

当我们到达那里时不知道该怎么做

他认为我有点疯狂

如果你来自南非你应该

是黑人并且说祖鲁语

他说

我会说祖鲁语是我的答案

他在雅典离开了飞机我

不是 很遗憾看到他去

约翰内斯堡还有 12 个小时的路程

我之前没有穿过雅典

所以我从飞机上跑下台阶

第一次踏上

希腊的土地

我想起了两千

年前的时间 古

希腊那些伟大的作家

欧里庇得斯

和阿里斯托芬曾经走过我

走过的地方

他们是否看到同样的白色和金色的

山丘

呼吸同样的空气

那是傍晚时分

，柔和的夏日阳光照射在

遥远的白色山丘上，

覆盖着热引擎的气味 周围

的油 机场

我告诉自己我能闻到

古希腊清新甜美的空气

我不是在看着

匆匆进入拥挤的机场的不露面的乘客，

而是在机场的北边看到头发上插着鲜花的女孩随着

古代神灵的古老音乐跳舞

雅典称

那光

之城为西方世界的发源地

但我没有时间参观

我不得不在机场大楼的入口处再次登上我的飞机

在干燥的尘土中生长着几朵鲜艳的花朵

一个牙齿坏掉的年轻人

停下来递给我一张雅典的明信片，

然后一群迷惑不解的

男女走进机场大楼

穿着简陋的最好衣服的男人手上拿着红色

的大手 女人拿着盒子和小包

，其中一个男人拿着一个便宜的手提箱

一个年轻女孩 在他们的中心，穿着一件

看起来很不舒服的新黄色西装，

她盯着周围的一切奇怪的

东西，

她用同样的困惑直视着我，

微笑着，

然后

她的脸庞有百年历史的美丽

大大的黑

眼睛 短而直的鼻子

和可爱的

嘴

她的黑色长发上有一圈白色的星星般的花朵

太阳下山时，光线仍然照在山丘上

当同样的太阳再次为我升起时，

南非将是红色和寒冷的

为什么不离开飞机，在

某个地方找个小房子，

也许

这些古老的山丘比其他地方更安静，

但他们在召唤我的航班

我跑上飞机，是最后一个

登机的，

下一个被美国人留空的座位

现在被那个

穿黄色西装的年轻

女孩

占据了

她的手像野兽一样自然地移动

她的眼里已经含着泪水

回到座位上

她正望着窗外

试图看到远处跑道对面的微小人物

她挥舞着一只没有人愿意的手 我

看到飞机的引擎启动了

我看到窗边的一只手指

带着一枚新婚戒上闪亮的金圈

她在飞机起飞并重重升空时无声地哭泣

我们可以看到深蓝色的大海 在下方

和遥远的西边

垂死的太阳在水面上

飞翔的路径显然对她来说是一种新的体验

她说了什么 悄悄地

摇头 不

知道悲伤离开了她 一分钟后

她抚摸我的手臂 兴奋地

指出了

雅典 消失在海里，

我们已经从云层中升起的那个晚上

我决定回去看我的

杂志

，没有办法进行礼貌的

交谈

，看着她似乎没用，

因为她很好

看，

但是 她似乎没有意识到

语言有

困难 她指着自己说 katarina

我告诉她我的名字 尼尔·戈登

我们再次握手，她很

高兴我们能听懂

彼此如此轻松，

我们用

表情和手部动作继续我们的谈话

，在回答她的问题时，我

解释说我不是英国人，

德国人或美国人，我是

南非人，住在约翰内斯堡

啊，约翰内斯堡

，那是她要去的地方，

她看起来 非常高兴并继续

交谈

我们之间有一种温暖的感觉 我们

似乎是亲密的朋友

有时她的脸变了，

当她转动手指上的戒指时，她看起来很悲伤

，突然她笑了起来，又变得

开朗

了。 没关系，

她就像一个孩子

在晚上自言自语，

或者像一个母亲向她的孩子讲述她的想法，

空姐正在路过，我

对她

说你懂希腊语吗？

一分钟后我会问他她回来了

对不起她说他不是希腊人他是

意大利人

但他说他很高兴

和你换座位并与

年轻女士

告诉他我说过要留在他自己的座位上

我很高兴我在哪里

飞机内的灯光已经

亮起女孩脱下

夹克微笑着问我对

她穿的

与工厂不同的衬衫的看法

西装是一件很漂亮的事情

显然是她自己做

的，花和叶子的图案经过了几个小时的

精心工作 想了一会儿，

她决定

从包里拿出护照，

放到我手里，

那是我自己国家的护照，

叶卡捷琳娜害怕的小脸

从照片里向外张望，

她是怎么拿到南非

护照的？

从来没有离开过希腊，

但向我解释这一点并不

难

她嫁给了一个南非

人，那天早上嫁给了他事实上

，她的丈夫

他在约翰内斯堡

她要去那里见他

她有 没见过

他 婚姻是由

她父母代为安排的

我开始明白

丈夫为他为她付出的一切付出的全部

代价

他为机票寄了钱

我让空乘人员带了

一瓶 为叶卡捷琳娜高兴喝的酒

意大利乘客来看她

我告诉他叶卡捷琳娜那天早上结婚

并邀请他和我们一起喝酒

他

在她身上尝试了意大利语西班牙语和德语

但她只是惊讶地看着他

他喝给她 幸福，亲了亲她

小而有力

的手 一个打工妹的手

她太漂亮了 他对我说

你要带她去她丈夫

肯定不是 我想

和我一起逃走 她很有可能

会同意

她只是那个孩子

我知道她多大了我看过她的

护照

你还想和她说话吗

他摇了摇头回到

座位

上卡塔琳娜说了些什么然后微笑着

慢慢喝了她的酒

片刻之后，她又迷失在自己的

思绪中，

她的美丽是永恒的

百年

无法触及，

但她眼中的柔和

光芒和她黑发的光泽将

她带到了我的

现在，现在

坐在我身边，

一个温暖的

活生生的

呼吸女孩

她一脸严肃地转向我，

双手合十，

表示她正在向我寻求

非常重要的事情的帮助，

然后她平静地递给我一张照片，照片

是一个大约 28 或 30 岁的年轻人。

他有厚厚的黑暗 头发

大方的脸，

即使不是英俊

，也很强壮，眼睛很温柔

这张照片是从一张较大的照片中剪下来的，

但剩下的足以表明

年轻人身后

是一辆闪亮的新车

，当然是她的丈夫 她

从未见过

她告诉我他的名字

sabas atanasayadis

我没有从照片上抬起头，

但我知道她正在仔细地看着我

站在汽车

服务旁边看起来异常短

我拥有的交流电 很多年前我自己

就是这样，但是为什么萨瓦斯要

在一辆 30 岁的雪佛兰面前拍一张自己的照片

闪亮还是不是

一个好男人 我说让我们为

sabas atanaciades 喝酒

直觉告诉她有

什么不对劲

我能感觉到她不相信我

慢慢地，悲惨地她收起她的

照片

，她注意到她的玻璃杯并举起它

约翰内斯堡 她说

雅典娜 我回答

她重复了一遍

并带着悲伤的微笑补充说

我做了 不知道瓦里镇，

但无论它在哪里，都是

她离开梦想的地方

晚餐是飞机上常见的无味

餐点

我教叶卡捷琳娜如何握刀叉

，她通过观看完成了它

不时抄写她

开心地看着我，

她的脸因

酒而

泛红 在炎热的非洲之夜，我们走到机场大楼时离我很近，

餐厅肮脏的桌子上有昏昏欲睡的苍蝇，

我们喝了一杯温热的甜饮料，

有肥皂味

一个男人穿过餐厅

卖东西，

他给他展示了一个卡特琳娜 一块便宜的

丝绸

，她的眼睛闪烁着喜悦

我提出要为她买它

她感谢我但不，这不可能

不是因为我是一个陌生人不

不是不是

因为那时她不能给

任何东西

一把扇子在她手里

几乎一文不值

，我为此付出了太多，但那是

不同

的，在炎热的天气里，风扇是必要

的

直到它消失在黑暗中，

我们继续独自爬上乳白色的

天空，乘客开始准备

睡觉卡特琳娜转向窗户

，我躺在座位上，

非常不舒服

大约半小时后，我

像一只新生的动物一样醒来，

一只卡特琳娜

尽可能靠近我，

一只手臂搂着我的脖子

，她的脸半藏在我的

肩上，

她闻起来像野花一样甜美温暖，

或者像刚翻身的深 泥土

她睡着了

，在她的梦里，她回到了

瓦里

，回到了一条安静的小房子的街道上，

回到了一个满是兄弟姐妹的单人房间里，

她有动物要照顾，也许她曾经一个人睡过，

谁在她的睡眠中

，谁被关押 在她可怜的怀里，

一个总是哭泣的小弟弟，

一个饿得焦躁不安的姐姐，

她的家人怎么可能把这个

可爱的孩子

卖给一个不知名的丈夫，

也许他是一个诚实的人，

在南非赢得了自己的位置

，现在他正在回首往事 过去

娶一个希腊血统的自己国家的妻子

我只希望他对她足够好

我试图告诉自己她对

我

来说什么都不是她嫁给谁重要

但很难说

当她真的睡着了

，温暖着我的身体时，

我睡了一小会

，当我醒来时，卡特琳娜没有

动，

但她现在醒了，她的大眼睛漆黑

地

盯着我，她这样盯着我有多久了

你好 katarina 我说

你好

她闭上了眼睛准备睡觉

不在这里 回去 抓住第一次机会回去 这段婚姻可能会成功，但也不

一定全错

你不是男人买的东西

你不是囚犯

自由很重要

回去学习 为了获得自由，

他们夺走了你的过去，

而你却抛弃了未来

一个卡特琳娜 死去总是更好的

战斗

你必须知道

我几乎是在自言自语

她一个字也听不懂，

但我声音里的某些东西让她害怕

她开始

哭泣 飞机飞入我们脚下的丝绸般的

黑暗中

躺在长夜风中的非洲

她静静地哭泣但没多久

我想她已经习惯了悲伤

表达感激之

情，我觉得很感动，

然后她擦干眼睛

，

像一个顽皮的孩子一样畅快地谈了几分钟

她很快就睡着了，她的手臂

再次以

她本能的爱的方式向我伸出

我们来到南非 在天亮之前

人们开始醒来，

我去洗了个澡

，当我回来时，我发现一个 Caterina

非常不高兴，

她和空姐

四处寻找

东西，意大利人在那儿太低了

手和膝盖来帮助搜索

你在找什么我问他

他站起来生气地看着我

这个女孩很痛苦你

对她做了什么

你没睡好我想

我睡不好在飞机上

你应该找到 另一种旅行方式

他横冲直撞地回到座位

上 卡特琳娜让我帮忙，

但我不知道缺少什么

，它在喀土穆

卡通片中消失

了 她举起双手在空中

是的，也许喀土穆的人

抢劫了她

，突然 几个座位

外的一位乘客举起一包报纸

啊，那是昨天的希腊报纸，

为了提供良好的服务，第二天早上到达约翰内斯堡

的天线上阅读晚间新闻

幸运的人，

我帮助 decatarino 带着

她的行李和包裹下

了飞机 空气很冷

，她惊恐地环顾四周

低，她的脸被

她的双手遮住

我看不出这是什么服务

没有人看起来像

她照片中的男人

她抬起头环顾四周

然后她看到了我然后来了 跑

下大厅

她像个孩子一样把头靠在我

肩上

悲惨地哭

一小群陌生人

从远处看着

现在我看到新丈夫

本人在那儿

肯定是

照片上的那个人

但他秃了而且老了

又矮

又胖，

我有一半的

预期是卡特琳娜，如果你想参加vari，我会帮你回来的

拿着它一会儿

，她擦干眼睛，慢慢地

走回等候的那群人，

她昂着头

我的儿子和他的妻子洛林

发现我站在

那里我一

动不动，盯着叶卡捷琳娜

谁是那个美丽的小东西，

洛林

问 katarina 这

是一个爱情故事

我不知道

我认为这更像是一个不愉快的结局

当我们在机场欢快的大餐厅吃早餐时他们对此感到好笑和大笑

你可能 都错了，

洛林说，

记住你不明白

她在说什么

我的直觉告诉我我是对的

你的直觉只有女人才能

确定她的直觉

为什么我不在机场和萨瓦斯·阿萨纳西亚迪斯说话

我没有 知道在哪里可以找到他

他的名字不在电话簿

上 我一直在等待叶卡捷琳娜的来信 但

什么也

没有

她在哪里

我记得她是如何平静地

走开 抬起头

一头乌黑闪亮的头发

她的黄色西装

选择

自由地走进黑暗的未来，

但毕竟

洛林也许是对的，

我

什么都没听到，现在已经

四天了

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