我靠在空无一物的桌子上等待着,四周是腐朽的砖墙,还有一扇上了锁的铁门。阳光穿过天花板的洞射进来。我已有好几天没见到阳光了,所以欣然接纳它的到来,与此同时,我又陷入回想之中。“要合作,”电话那边传未了律师嘶嘶的、尖细的声音。这是他为我提出的建议。 I waited on the empty table, surrounded by decayed brick walls, and a locked iron door. The sun shines through the hole in the ceiling. I haven’t seen the sunshine for a few days, so I readily accepted it. At the same time, I was back in my memory. “To co-operate,” the phone’s whispered, whispered voice from the telephone. This is the suggestion he made for me.