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是一个萧瑟的秋天,我决定出去走走。带着一个破旧的行囊,到了法兰克福火车站。火车站里熙来攘往。年轻人歪坐在地上,背靠着塞得鼓鼓的登山背包;老年人小心地推着行李车;穿着深色西装的男人们紧抓着手提箱和当天的经济新闻。二十个月台,数不清的可能的目的地:汉堡、柏林、维也纳、布拉格、罗马、巴黎、哥本哈根。有一列车正要开动,我急奔过去,攀上了车门。好极了,三个小时以后就下车,不管它停在哪里。
It was a bleak autumn, I decided to go out and walk. With a worn out luggage to Frankfurt train station. The bustling train station. The young man crookedly sat on the ground, leaning against the bulging mountaineering backpack; the elderly pushed their luggage carefully; the men in dark suits clutched suitcases and the day’s economic news. Twenty months platform, countless possible destinations: Hamburg, Berlin, Vienna, Prague, Rome, Paris, Copenhagen. There is a train going to start, I rush in the past, climbed the car door. Very good, get off in three hours, no matter where it stopped.