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来稿截止日期：2013年6月15日
Strength
in What Remains （生命如歌） By Tracy Kidder
From Entebbe, Deo flew to Cairo,
then to Moscow. He slept a lot. He would wake with a start and look around the
cabin. When he realized that no one resembled anyone he knew, he would relax
again. During his medical training and in his country’s history, pigmentation
had certainly mattered, but he wasn’t troubled by the near total whiteness of
the faces around him on the plane that he boarded in Moscow. White skin hadn’t
been a marker of danger these past months. He had heard of French soldiers behaving
badly in Rwanda, and had even caught glimpses of them training militiamen in
the camps, but waking up and seeing a white person in the next seat wasn’t
alarming. No one called him a cockroach. No one held a machete. You learned
what to look out for, and after a while you learned to ignore their relevant.
He did wonder again from time to time why he wasn’t hearing people speak
French.
When his flight from Moscow
landed, he was half asleep. He followed the other passengers out of the plane.
He thought this must be New York. The first thing to do was find his bag. But
the airport terminal distracted him. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before,
an indoor place of shops where everyone looked happy. And everyone was large.
Compared to him anyway. He’d never been heavy, but his pants, which had fit all
right six months before, were bunched up at the waist. When he looked down at
himself, the end of his belt seemed as long to him as a monkey’s tail. His
belly was concave under his shirt. Here in Iburaya everyone’s clothes looked
better than his.
He started walking. Looking
around for a sign with a luggage symbol on it, he came to a corridor with a glassed-in
wall. He glanced out, then stopped and stared. There were green fields out
there in the distance, and on those fields cows were grazing. From this far
away, they might have been his family’ sherd. His last images of cows were of
murdered and suffering animals—decapitated cows and cows with their front legs
chopped off, still alive and bellowing by the sides of the road to Bujumbura
and even in Bujumbura. These cows looked so happy, just like the people around
him. How was this possible?
（选自Strength
in What Remains） |
