我经常不在人生的正轨上。二战初期我出生了,两个月大时父母离异。母亲只身在消防队工作,她把哥哥和我安置在了保育院里。人最初的记忆来自于听觉、触觉、嗅觉还有视觉。在保育院宿舍的小床上,我经常听到奇怪的声音,先是由弱而强,继而发出巨大的轰鸣。我们都不知道这是什么声音,孩子们哭喊着,灯火管制之下全城一片漆黑,只窗外不时有黄色的闪光划破夜空。轰隆隆的声音和闪光深深的印刻在了我的记忆中。这就是伦敦大轰炸,持 I often not on the right track. I was born in the early World War II, parents divorced two months old. Mother was working alone in the fire brigade and she placed her brother and me in a nursery. The first person’s memory comes from hearing, touch, smell and vision. On the cot in the nursery dormitory, I often hear weird sounds, first from weak to strong, and then to a huge roar. We did not know what it was like. The children cried, and the city was dark under the light of the fire. Only the yellow flash flashed the night sky from time to time. Rumble of sound and flash engraved in my memory. This is the London bombing, holding