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The old man smiled. “I’ll try to remember and that’s a promise. Come back and find me.”老人微笑,“我会想想看。这是承诺,记得回来找我。”
“Thank you,” I said.“谢谢你。”我说,
“Thank you so much.” And I meant it. Now I knew my mother had liked almond cake with honey and hot tea, that she’d once used the word “profoundly,” that she’d fretted about her happiness. I had just learned more about my mother from this old man on the street than I ever did from Baba. Walking back to the truck, neither one of us commented about what most non-Afghans would have seen as an improbable coincidence, that a beggar on the street would happen to know my mother. Because we both knew that in Afghanistan, and particularly in Kabul, such absurdity was commonplace. Baba used to say, “Take two Afghans who’ve never met, put them in a room for ten minutes, and they’ll figure out how they’re related.”“太谢谢你了。”我是说真的。现在我知道妈妈曾经喜欢涂了蜂蜜的杏仁蛋糕,还有热红茶,知道她用过“深深地”这个词,知道她曾为快乐烦恼过。我对妈妈的了解,从这个街头老人身上得到的,甚至比从爸爸身上知道的还要多。露宿街头的老乞丐恰好认识我妈妈,这在多数非阿富汗人眼里,也许会是匪夷所思的巧合,但我们对此只字不提,默默走回那辆汽车。因为我们知道,在阿富汗,特别是在喀布尔,这样的荒唐事情司空见惯。爸爸过去说过:“把两个素昧平生的阿富汗人关在同一间屋子里,不消十分钟,他们就能找出他们之间的亲戚关系。”
We left the old man on the steps of that building. I meant to take him up on his offer, come back and see if he’d unearthed any more stories about my mother. But I never saw him again. WE FOUND THE NEW ORPHANAGE in the northern part of Karteh-Seh, along the banks of the dried-up Kabul River. It was a flat, barracks-style building with splintered walls and windows boarded with planks of wood. Farid had told me on the way there that Karteh-Seh had been one of the most war-ravaged neighborhoods in Kabul, and, as we stepped out of the truck, the evidence was overwhelming. The cratered streets were flanked by little more than ruins of shelled buildings and abandoned homes. We passed the rusted skeleton of an overturned car, a TV set with no screen half-buried in rubble, a wall with the words ZENDA BAD TAL IRAN! (Long live the Taliban!) sprayed in black. A short, thin, balding man with a shaggy gray beard opened the door. He wore a ragged tweed jacket, a skullcap, and a pair of eyeglasses with one chipped lens resting on the tip of his nose. Behind the glasses, tiny eyes like black peas flitted from me to Farid. “Salaam alaykum,” he said.我们离开了坐在那座房子台阶上的老人。我原想带他到他的办公室去,看看他能否想起更多关于我妈妈的事情。但我再也没有见到他我们发现新恤孤院在卡德察区北边,紧邻干涸的喀布尔河河堤。那是一座平房,军营式建筑,墙上有裂缝,窗户用木板封上。前去的途中,法里德告诉我说,在喀布尔各个城区中,卡德察区受战争破坏最严重,而当我们下车,证据太明显了。立在满是弹坑的街道两旁的,只有比废墟好不了多少的破落建筑,以及久无人烟的房子。我们走过一具锈蚀的轿车残骸,看到一台半截埋在碎石堆里面、没有荧屏的电视机,一堵涂着黑色“塔利班万岁”标语的墙壁。 应门的是个秃顶男人,矮矮瘦瘦,留着蓬松的灰白胡子。他穿着旧斜纹呢夹克,戴着无边便帽,眼镜挂在鼻尖上,有块镜片已经碎裂。眼镜后面,黑豆似的眼珠在我和法里德身上扫来扫去。 “你好。”他说。
“Salaam alaykum,” I said. I showed him the Polaroid. “We’re searching for this boy.”“你好,”我说,把宝丽莱照片给他看,“我们在找这个男孩。”
He gave the photo a cursory glance. “I am sorry. I have never seen him.”他匆匆瞥了一眼照片,“对不起,我从没见过他。”

The old man smiled. “I’ll try to remember and that’s a promise. Come back and find me.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“Thank you so much.” And I meant it. Now I knew my mother had liked almond cake with honey and hot tea, that she’d once used the word “profoundly,” that she’d fretted about her happiness. I had just learned more about my mother from this old man on the street than I ever did from Baba. Walking back to the truck, neither one of us commented about what most non-Afghans would have seen as an improbable coincidence, that a beggar on the street would happen to know my mother. Because we both knew that in Afghanistan, and particularly in Kabul, such absurdity was commonplace. Baba used to say, “Take two Afghans who’ve never met, put them in a room for ten minutes, and they’ll figure out how they’re related.”
We left the old man on the steps of that building. I meant to take him up on his offer, come back and see if he’d unearthed any more stories about my mother. But I never saw him again. WE FOUND THE NEW ORPHANAGE in the northern part of Karteh-Seh, along the banks of the dried-up Kabul River. It was a flat, barracks-style building with splintered walls and windows boarded with planks of wood. Farid had told me on the way there that Karteh-Seh had been one of the most war-ravaged neighborhoods in Kabul, and, as we stepped out of the truck, the evidence was overwhelming. The cratered streets were flanked by little more than ruins of shelled buildings and abandoned homes. We passed the rusted skeleton of an overturned car, a TV set with no screen half-buried in rubble, a wall with the words ZENDA BAD TAL IRAN! (Long live the Taliban!) sprayed in black. A short, thin, balding man with a shaggy gray beard opened the door. He wore a ragged tweed jacket, a skullcap, and a pair of eyeglasses with one chipped lens resting on the tip of his nose. Behind the glasses, tiny eyes like black peas flitted from me to Farid. “Salaam alaykum,” he said.
“Salaam alaykum,” I said. I showed him the Polaroid. “We’re searching for this boy.”
He gave the photo a cursory glance. “I am sorry. I have never seen him.”


老人微笑,“我会想想看。这是承诺,记得回来找我。”
“谢谢你。”我说,
“太谢谢你了。”我是说真的。现在我知道妈妈曾经喜欢涂了蜂蜜的杏仁蛋糕,还有热红茶,知道她用过“深深地”这个词,知道她曾为快乐烦恼过。我对妈妈的了解,从这个街头老人身上得到的,甚至比从爸爸身上知道的还要多。露宿街头的老乞丐恰好认识我妈妈,这在多数非阿富汗人眼里,也许会是匪夷所思的巧合,但我们对此只字不提,默默走回那辆汽车。因为我们知道,在阿富汗,特别是在喀布尔,这样的荒唐事情司空见惯。爸爸过去说过:“把两个素昧平生的阿富汗人关在同一间屋子里,不消十分钟,他们就能找出他们之间的亲戚关系。”
我们离开了坐在那座房子台阶上的老人。我原想带他到他的办公室去,看看他能否想起更多关于我妈妈的事情。但我再也没有见到他我们发现新恤孤院在卡德察区北边,紧邻干涸的喀布尔河河堤。那是一座平房,军营式建筑,墙上有裂缝,窗户用木板封上。前去的途中,法里德告诉我说,在喀布尔各个城区中,卡德察区受战争破坏最严重,而当我们下车,证据太明显了。立在满是弹坑的街道两旁的,只有比废墟好不了多少的破落建筑,以及久无人烟的房子。我们走过一具锈蚀的轿车残骸,看到一台半截埋在碎石堆里面、没有荧屏的电视机,一堵涂着黑色“塔利班万岁”标语的墙壁。 应门的是个秃顶男人,矮矮瘦瘦,留着蓬松的灰白胡子。他穿着旧斜纹呢夹克,戴着无边便帽,眼镜挂在鼻尖上,有块镜片已经碎裂。眼镜后面,黑豆似的眼珠在我和法里德身上扫来扫去。 “你好。”他说。
“你好,”我说,把宝丽莱照片给他看,“我们在找这个男孩。”
他匆匆瞥了一眼照片,“对不起,我从没见过他。”

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glance [glɑ:ns]

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v. 一瞥,扫视,匆匆一看,反光,闪烁,掠过

 
overwhelming ['əuvə'welmiŋ]

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adj. 势不可挡的,压倒的

 
minutes ['minits]

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n. 会议记录,(复数)分钟

 
screen [skri:n]

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n. 屏,幕,银幕,屏风
v. 放映,选拔,掩

 
absurdity [əb'sə:diti]

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n. 荒谬,悖理,荒谬的事

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improbable [im'prɔbəbl]

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adj. 未必然的,不像会发生的,似不可信的

 
related [ri'leitid]

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adj. 相关的,有亲属关系的

 
cursory ['kə:səri]

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adj. 匆匆忙忙的,草率的,粗略的

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lens [lenz]

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n. 镜头,透镜,(眼球的)水晶体
vt

 
commonplace ['kɔmənpleis]

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adj. 平凡的,陈腐的
n. 常事,老生常谈

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