朝着大街的窗户被猛力地敲了三下,粗暴地打破了凌晨的寂静。何塞·克里斯蒂安,在二楼的房间里全神贯注地玩着拼字游戏,烟抽得喉咙发干,他已失眠了。听到敲击的声音,他停了下来,关了灯,又抽了两口烟,把烟掐灭在墙上。他听着母亲趿拉着鞋朝大门走去和来人交谈了几句,只用了几 Towards the street window was violently knocked on three times, rudely broke the silence of the early morning. José Cristian, preoccupied with Scrabble on the second floor of the room, smokes a throat and he is insomnia. Hearing the sound of the beating, he stopped, turned off the lights, smoked two more cigarettes and pinched the smoke on the wall. He listened to his mother pulling the shoes and walked to the door and talked to a few people come, only a few