两人都是难民。两人都没有护照。穿的是从垃圾箱里捡来的大衣。我们试着相互适应。卡西米尔已由一个逃税的犹太人协会负担起来;而我,则是由一个拉美的老教士委员会负担。他,人家给了他一台电视机和几件黑色衣服;给我的呢,却只是一个满是臭虫的旧床垫。他呢,他谈犹太教;我呢,谈的是教士;我们两人的话中都带着几分怀疑,嘴边带着苦涩的回味。 Both are refugees. Both have no passport. Wearing a coat picked up from the trash. We try to adapt to each other. Casimir has been borne by a tax evasion of Jewish associations, while I was borne by a Latin American presbyterian committee. He and others gave him a television set and a few black clothes; for me, it was just an old mattress full of bugs. He, he talked about Judaism; me, talking about the priest; both of us with a bit of skepticism in the words, with a bitter aftertaste.