我只有一个仇敌。我永远无法知道,1977年4月14日夜,他是通过什么办法进入我的家的。他打开了二道门:临街的那一道沉重的大门和小套间的那扇门。他点燃了灯,使我从一个现在都想不起来的——但只记得梦中有一座花园——恶梦中惊醒过来。他压低嗓门,命我立即起床,穿好衣衫。早已决定我必须死,行刑的地点离得不很远。我被惊得哑口无言,只得俯首听命于他,他长得没有我高,但比我壮实,并且仇恨又使他添了力气。沧桑岁月并没有使他发生丝毫变化, I have only one enemy. I will never know how he entered my home on the night of April 14, 1977. He opened the second door: the heavy door to the street and the door to the small suite. He lit the lamp so that I could not remember it from now - but I only remembered that there was a garden in my dream - I woke up in my nightmare. He lowered his voice and ordered me to get up immediately and get dressed. It has long ago decided that I must die, where the execution is not far off. I was stunned and speechless, had to bow to his orders, he did not look tall I, but stronger than I, and hatred made him add strength. The vicissitudes of life did not make the slightest change to him,