我们驱车疾驶在通往塔尔努夫镇的公路上。空气中弥漫着一团团汽车尾气和工厂排出的废气,路旁是绿色的田野,一些已经上了年纪但身体依然硬朗的人正在弯着腰收割庄稼。安迪,我的司机,一边开着车在木制马车之间左突右冲,一边趁此机会和我练起了英语。“你去塔尔努夫干什么?”他问道。“我是去寻找一个女人,她曾经照顾过我的母亲。索菲亚·科尔岑斯卡。”我从包里取出一封皱皱 We drove on the road to Tarnów. The air is filled with a car exhaust and factory exhaust, the roadside is a green field, some have been older but the body is still tough people are bending around harvesting crops. Andy, my driver, took the opportunity to practice English with me while driving a car in a wooden carriage. “What are you going to Tarnoo?” He asked. “I was looking for a woman who had taken care of my mother Sofia Corzensanka.” I took a wrinkled wrinkle from my bag