大雾是如此的浓重,以至连林荫道上的路灯也看不见。过往的车辆都停了下来。不时地传来一声有气无力的喇叭声,那是卢卡所感觉到的唯一的生命的信息。他戴着手套的双手伸向前方,沿着人行道的边沿走着。他还得走很长一段路才能到家。他生怕走错路,迷失方向,就这样茫然地向前走着。 The fog is so thick that even the street lights on the avenue can not be seen. The cars in the past stopped. From time to time there came a breathless horn, the only message of life Lucca felt. His gloved hands stretched forward and along the sidewalk. He has to go a long way to get home. He was afraid to go the wrong way, lost his way, so dizzy forward.