我并非孤身一人站在这讲坛上……我四周有很多声音,成百上千的声音,它们始终与我同在,自我的童年开始。我在乡间长大。我们这些孩子喜欢在外面玩,但每当夜幕降临,我们就像被一块磁铁所吸引,涌向那几条长椅,长椅上坐着我们所谓“累倒的”老太婆,几条长椅就摆在她们房前。她们全都没有丈夫、父亲和兄弟,战后我在我们村里就没见过男人,因为在二战期间的 I am not alone in this forum ... I have a lot of voices and hundreds of voices around me. They are always with me, and my childhood begins. I grew up in the country. We, the children, like to play outside, but as the night falls, we are drawn to a piece of magnet, to the benches, to the benches where we call the “tired” old woman, a few long The chair was in front of them. None of them had a husband, a father and a brother and after the war I had not seen a man in our village because during World War II