牢房里沒有窗子。只有一个小洞,比一枚銅錢大不了多少,外面还罩着一层鉄板。我看不到在押的难友,但是我能听到他們的声音。根据这些声音,我慢慢认識了他們。这是些严肃、粗獷、开朗、活潑的声音;是些在大城市古老的胡同里早熟了的阿尔及利亚街头青少年們的快乐、諧谑的声音;是些用津 There are no windows in the cell. Only a small hole, much bigger than a copper coin, covered with a layer of slab outside. I can not see the friends who are in custody, but I can hear their voices. Based on these voices, I slowly met them. These are serious, rugged, cheerful, lively voices; the happy, banter voices of Algerian street teens who are premature in the ancient alleyways of the big cities;