夏天即将结束。夜里冷起来,我又钻进印着“巴黎医院”的蓝色厚毯子下面。假期暂告一个段落,每一天又能看见一些熟悉的脸:女工、牙医、邮递员、一个刚刚成为小托马斯的祖母的护士,还有那个六月份在床栏上碰断手指的男人。人们又重新穿上了从前的制服、恢复了原先的习惯,医院重新开始的一切更坚定了我的信念:我真开始了一种新的生活,正是在这里,在这 Summer is coming to an end Cold at night, I went under the thick blue blanket printed in “Paris Hospital.” The holiday is tentatively numbered with a familiar face every day: a woman worker, a dentist, a postman, a nurse who has just become a young Thomas’ grandmother, and a man who touched a finger on the bed bar in June. People again put on their old uniforms and restored their original habits. Everything that started in the hospital was even more strengthened my conviction: I really started a new life, it is here, here