米姆数小时弓着背,眯着眼找线头,一个衣领接着一个衣领,一个袖口接着一个袖口,直到衣料堆在她身边消失。然后,新的衣料堆又来了——永远都比米姆的个头还高。小小缝纫帮工第一次见到米姆,是我在孟加拉国这家“血汗工厂”上班的第一天。尽管厂房内酷热难忍,但米姆安静地盘腿坐在水泥地上,瘦小的身躯淹没在成堆的衣领、衣袖和未缝补的衬衫当中。米姆拿着一把裁衣小刀,从一件件衣领上剪线头。她没完没了地剪,身旁那堆原本比她个子还高的衣领堆便慢慢矮了下去。整整一个下午,米姆连头都没抬起过一次。当她终于把那堆衣领全部剪完,她起身走走,喝几口水,便又转向下一堆工作,这次是剪衣袖上的线头。 Mehmh bowed back for hours, narrowing his head to find a thread, a collar followed by a collar, a cuff followed by a cuff until the pile of apparel disappeared beside her. Then the new heap of materials came again - always higher than Mehm’s head. The first time a small sewing tailor saw Meem was my first day at this “sweatshop” in Bangladesh. Despite the unbearable heat in the factory, Memrun sat cross-legged on a concrete floor with his thin body submerged in piles of collars, sleeves and unfinished shirts. Meim took a knife and cut a thread from the collar. She was cut endlessly, and the pile of collars beside her, which was taller than her, slowly dwindled. A full afternoon, Meimu never looked up again. When she finally finished cutting the pile of collar, she got up and walked and drank a few drops of water, then turned to the next pile of work, this time shearing the thread of the sleeve.