1TEXTAUnderthebombs:19451945：在炮火攻击下1Today,whenIlookback,I'msurprisedthatIrecallthebeginningsovividly;it'sstillclearlyfixedinmymindwithallitscoloringandemotionalintensity.Itbeginswithmysuddenlynoticing12distantsilverpointsintheclearbrilliantskyfilledwithanunfamiliarabnormalhum.I'msevenyearsold,standinginameadow,andstaringatthepointsbarelymovingacrossthesky.如今，当我回首往事，我很惊讶我居然能如此生动地回忆起轰炸开始的情况，那天的色彩和紧张的情绪仍然清晰地印在我的脑海中。那天，我突然发现在晴朗的天空中出现了12个银色的小点儿，离我很远，发出不正常的嗡嗡声，这种声音我以前从来没听过。那年我七岁，就这样站在一片草地上，盯着天空中几乎不怎么移动的小点儿。2Suddenly,nearby,attheedgeoftheforest,there'sthetremendousroarofbombsexploding.Frommystandpoint,Iseegiganticfountainsofearthsprayingupward.Iwanttoruntowardthisextraordinaryspectacle;itterrorizesandfascinatesme.Ihavenotyetgrownaccustomedtowarandcan'trelateintoasinglechainofcausesandeffectstheseairplanes,theroarofthebombs,theearthradiatingoutfromtheforest,andmyseeminglyinevitabledeath.Unabletoconceiveofthedanger,Istartrunningtowardtheforest,inthedirectionofthefallingbombs.Butahandclawsatmeandtugsmetotheground."Staydown,"I2hearmymother'stremblingvoice,"Don'tmove!"AndIrememberthatmymother,pressingmetoher,issayingsomethingthatIdon'tyetknowexists,whosemeaningIdon'tunderstand:Thatwayisdeath.突然，就在附近，森林的边缘，我听到有巨大的炸弹爆炸的声音。在我这个小孩的眼里，我看到的是泥土像巨大的喷泉一样冲到天上。我想跑过去看看这个特别的景象，它让我感到害怕，但是也让我着迷。我还没有习惯战争，也不能把这些飞机、炸弹的轰鸣、森林那边飞溅开来的泥土以及我看似必然的死亡联系成单一的因果关系。没考虑有危险，我开始朝着投下炸弹的森林方向跑。这时一只手拉住了我，把我拽倒在地上。“趴下来，”我听到母亲发抖的声音，“不要动!”我还记得母亲把我紧紧贴在她身边，说的一些东西我并不知道，也并不理解其含义:那是一条死路。3It'snightandI'msleepy,butI'mnotallowedtosleep.Wehavetoevacuatethecityandrunawayinthenightlikeconvicts.Whereto,Idon'tknow;butIdounderstandthatflighthassuddenlybecomesomekindofhighernecessity,somenewformoflife,becauseeveryoneisrunningaway.Allhighways,roads,andevencountrypathsareatangleofwagons,carts,andbicycles,withbundlesandsuitcases,andinnumerableterrified,helplesslywanderingpeople.Somearerunningawaytotheeast,otherstothewest,north,south;theyrunincircles,fallfromprofoundfatigue,sleepforamoment,thenbeginanewtheiraimlessjourney.Iclaspmyyoungersister'shandfirmlyinmine.Wemustn'tgetlost,mymotherwarns;butevenwithouthertellingme,Isensethatsomeformofdangerousevilhaspermeatedtheworld.到了晚上，我很困，但是我不能睡。我们不得不撤离这座城市，像囚犯一样在夜间逃3亡。到哪儿去，我不知道，但是我知道逃跑突然变成了某种必须要做的事情，一种新的生存方式，因为每个人都在逃跑。所有公路、大路、甚至是乡间小路上都是混乱的马车、拉车、自行车，上面装着包裹和箱子，还有数不清的吓坏了的人，他们无助地游走着。一些人向东边跑，另一些人向西边、北边、南边跑;他们徒劳地跑着，实在累了就躺下来，睡一会儿，然后重新开始他们漫无目的的旅程。我紧紧地把妹妹的手握在手里。我母亲警告过，我们不能走失；但就算她没告诉我，我也能感觉到某种危险的灾难弥漫了整个世界。4I'mwalkingwithmysisterbesideawagon.It'sasimpleladderwagon,linedwithhay,andhighuponthehay,onacottonsheet,restsmygrandfather.Hecan'tmove;heisparalyzed,anothercasualtyofalandmine.Whenanairraidbegins,theentiregroupdivesintoditches;onlymygrandfatherr...
