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1883年的夏天,知了在树上鸣叫着,绿树投在大地上一片片阴凉,河水泛着金色的波纹。在德国西南部的小城乌尔姆,一个犹太孩子独自蹲在自家的院子里,手里拨弄着一件东西,那是爸爸在电器修理店工作时,一个人丢弃不用的旧指南针,心灵手巧的爸爸把它修好后,送给了儿子。这时的儿子低着头,全然不顾夏日里炎热的阳光,娇嫩的皮肤被晒得渗出了大滴大滴的汗水,拿着罗盘在地上比划着。他慢慢转动罗盘的外壳,看到里面的针总是指向同一个方向。“是什么神秘的力量在起作用呢?”
In the summer of 1883, I knew that there was a tweet in the tree, and the green tree was cast on the earth in a cool shade of golden ripples. In Ulm, a small town in southwestern Germany, a Jewish boy crouched alone in his yard with a thing in his hand that dad abandoned his old compass when he was working in an electronics repair shop. Dad repaired it and gave it to her son. At this time the son bowed his head, completely ignoring the hot sun in summer, delicate skin was basked out a large drop of dripping sweat, holding a compass on the ground gestures. He slowly turned the compass shell, see the needle inside always point in the same direction. “What is the mysterious power at work?”