quora网友：你有过什么最惊心动魄的旅行经历（二） [美国媒体]

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quora网友：你有过什么最惊心动魄的旅行经历（二）



RF
In college, my sister and I were taking a night train from Madrid to Nice when 3 drunk Portuguese guys came on and started robbing everyone. They were going up each car and emptying purses and pockets. When they got to us we had planned to say we were poor and backpacking and had no money, but it was not well translated by the thieves. They skipped us though, and didn't really protest our position.

上大学的时候，我和妹妹坐夜车从马德里到尼斯，三个喝醉的葡萄牙人冲上来抢劫了所有人。他们上了每一辆车，掏空了人们的钱包和口袋。当他们来找我们的时候，我们本打算说我们很穷，背包旅行，没有钱，但是小偷们没有翻译好。但他们跳过了我们，并没有真正抗议我们的立场。



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Sakshi Dubey, works at Students
I was in VIII standard when our school took us on a tour to Mumbai.
It was an enjoyable trip all together. Only while returning did the horrid incident happen.
We were travelling in train, it was night and I was sleeping on the side upper berth with my friend sleeping on the lower one.
The whole bogie was full with students and teachers from my school and it was silent and dark.
Suddenly, while in my sleep, I felt a hand grab my breast. I was awake immediately and shoved that hand away and sat upright looking around trying to find out who groped me.

当我们学校带我们去孟买旅游时，我正上八年级。
这是一次愉快的旅行。只是在回来的时候，可怕的事情发生了。
我们乘火车旅行，当时是晚上，我睡在上铺的一侧，我的朋友睡在下铺。
整个转向架都坐满了我们学校的学生和老师，四周一片寂静和黑暗。
突然，在我睡觉的时候，我感到一只手抓住了我的胸部。我立刻醒了过来，把那只手推开，坐直身子四处张望，想找出是谁摸了我。

I sat that way for good 5mins startled as I was not able to find a single person around who would do it. Everyone was asleep.
Then I saw a man stand up from the lower berth. It was our sports teacher who had hid himself. He had probably assumed that I fell asleep back again and so got up from the seat only to find me awake looking accusingly at him.
He started making excuses trying to cover up for his presence there, like your bedsheet is falling, fans are making too much of noise etc.
Then he went away telling me to go back to sleep.
After that I woke my friend up and shifted on her berth to sleep because I was scared.

我这样坐了5分钟，吓了一大跳，因为我周围没有一个人会这么做。每个人都睡着了。
然后我看到一个男人从下铺站起来。是我们的体育老师藏起来的。他可能以为我又睡着了，所以从座位上站起来，却发现我醒着，不满地望着他。
他开始找借口试图掩盖他的存在，比如你的床单掉下来了，风扇太吵了等等。
然后他走了，告诉我回去睡觉。
在那之后，我叫醒了我的朋友，在她的卧铺上睡觉，因为我害怕。

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So I thought, what the hell - I was pretty buzzed and feeling confident. I had no Portuguese, but was fairly fluent in Spanish, which was pretty similar after all. And wouldn’t most cab drivers know a little Spanish anyway? I mean this WAS, after all, South America!
So I soon approached a driver at a cab stand and, using some sign language plus my Spanish and what little Portuguese I knew, was able to convey my desire to the driver. He did not seem phased in the slightest and offered me to hop into his cab - he would take me there!
I had no idea where “there” would be, no idea who we would talk to when we got there, no idea who would do the deal, nor any idea how much it would cost. I tried to suss this out with him as we sped off in his car, leaving every one of my friends in his rear view mirror.

所以我想，管他呢，我很有自信。我不会葡萄牙语，但我的西班牙语相当流利，毕竟两者很类似。大多数出租车司机难道不懂一点西班牙语吗?我是说，毕竟这是南美洲!
因此，我很快就在出租车站找到一位司机，用一些手语加上我懂的西班牙语和一点点葡萄牙语，向司机表达了我的愿望。他似乎一点也没有插话，让我跳上他的马车——他会带我去的!
我不知道“那里”会在哪里，不知道我们到那里时会和谁说话，不知道谁会做这笔交易，也不知道它会花多少钱。我试着跟他解释清楚，我们在他的车里疾驰而去，把我的朋友们都留在他的后视镜里。

But suddenly the driver didn’t have any Spanish anymore. And pretty soon we were headed uphill. Up, up and further up, winding through dirty streets that soon became just plain dirt. On all sides were shoddy huts made of tin and wood and blocks, with fires burning in barrels and stray dogs running wild and all sorts of disheveled locals wandering around, none failing to peer into the cab. We were clearly quite a curiosity there, and it dawned on me that we had ascended into the fabled and fearsome favelas (slums) that towered above the sea-level majesty of the city below.

但突然之间，司机再也不说西班牙语了。很快我们就上了山。向上，向上，再向上，蜿蜒穿过肮脏的街道，这些街道很快就变成了普通的土路。四周都是用锡纸、木头和积木搭成的简陋小屋，火堆里燃烧着火焰，野狗四处乱跑，各种闲逛的当地人四处游荡，没有一个人不往驾驶室里张望。我们在那里显然是很好奇的，我突然意识到，我们已经进入了传说中的可怕的贫民窟，比下面城市的海拔还要高。



I waited in the cab for maybe fifteen minutes. I was half-drunk, but becoming increasingly scared as time went by. What if someone pulled me out of the car? What if the driver didn’t come back? What if one of these mangy dogs started barking at me, attracting more attention? It was not a fun wait I endured there.
At length, the driver came back out of the shanty, laughing animatedly and performing some kind of samba jig. He had a bottle of some type of liquor, and took a mighty swig of it in the driver’s seat, then offered it back to me. I accepted and took a swig too, and it was some type of cheap rum that he probably could have used to run his cab. But I swallowed it down without expression, and the driver sped off.

我在出租车里等了大概15分钟。我半醉半醒，但随着时间的流逝，我变得越来越害怕。如果有人把我从车里拉出来怎么办?如果司机没回来怎么办?如果这些肮脏的狗中的某一只开始对我狂吠，然后吸引来更多的注意力呢?这不是一个有趣的等待，我很煎熬。

最后，司机从棚子里出来，大笑着，跳着桑巴舞。他喝了一瓶酒，在驾驶座上喝了一大口，然后把酒还给了我。我接受了，也喝了一大口，那是一种廉价的朗姆酒，他也许可以用它来给他的出租车加油。但我无言地吞下了它，司机飞快地将车子发动。

Did he have our pot? I asked him that question in Spanish, and he simply didn’t answer. He grabbed the bottle back from me and took another swig, and just kept driving - uphill. Oh shit, I thought. Why aren’t we we returning to the beach? I asked him that in Spanish, and he looked at me in his rear view mirror. That glance was the only reply he gave me.
About three minutes later, he pulled up next to a girl about my age, and chatted to herb through his window in Portuguese. She looked at me in the back and asked him something about me, pointing me out with a nod of her head. The driver just shrugged at her. After maybe five seconds of looking at the driver and looking at me, she walked around the hood of the car and climbed in next to him.



Now, at last, the driver turned the cab around and finally started back down the hill. I didn’t even dare to ask about the pot. I didn’t ask anything at all, and as if to fill the silence, the driver started humming The Girl From Ipanema. Like maybe this was the entertainment portion of the journey I had paid for.
He stopped twice more on the long, and this time much faster, ride down the hill out of the favela. Both times that he stopped, he offered a man to hop in his car, and they each did lines of coke. Neither of the men who hopped into the cab even looked at me, though both times the driver offered me the tray again, in case I had changed my mind. I definitely hadn’t.

现在，终于，司机把出租车掉头，最后开始下山。我甚至不敢去问那个罐子，我什么也没问，似乎是为了填补这份沉默，司机开始哼唱来自伊帕内玛的女孩。也许这是我旅途中娱乐的一部分。
他在长路上又停了两次，这次快多了，从山上飞快的离开了贫民窟。他停了两次，每次都让一个人跳上他的车，他们每人都放了一排可乐。跳上出租车的两个人甚至都没有看我，尽管司机两次都把托盘递给我，以防我改变了主意。但是我绝对没有。

At last, we departed the favela, and the driver simply returned to the same taxi stand he had been waiting in when I first approached him.
Ok, he said. And that was that.
I got the fuck out of his car and ran headlong to the same beach I had left maybe a half hour before.
Obviously I had failed in my mission, and quite possibly had been lucky for the ride back to my starting point. I suddenly started wondering how to convey all this to my group of friends, who were still gathered on the beach, and still laughing and drinking like we had been before.

最后，我们离开了贫民窟，司机只是回到了我第一次接近他时他一直在等的那个出租车站。
好吧,他说。就是这样。
我从他的车里跑出来，直奔半小时前离开的海滩。
很明显，我的任务失败了，很可能是幸运的回到了我的起点。我突然开始思考如何把这一切传达给我的朋友们，他们仍然聚集在海滩上，像以前一样欢笑和喝酒。



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Naveen Kumar, Avid Traveller; Been to 3 continents, 10 countries过3大洲10个国家
This incident happened to me in December 2015, when I visited Paris (World's most beautiful city). But it turns out to be a bad experience for me. This trip was my first solo trip abroad. I was very excited and planned so many things.
On the first day itself I've seen one of the darker side of Paris which is theft from tourists.
After taking a train towards city center from international airport CDG in Paris, I reached at the station named City Universtaire. Then I had to take a tram to reach near to the hotel.

这件事发生在2015年12月，我去了巴黎(世界上最美丽的城市)。但这对我来说是一次糟糕的经历。这是我第一次独自出国旅行。我很兴奋，做了很多计划。
到那的第一天，我就看到了巴黎的阴暗面之一——游客遭窃。
从巴黎国际机场CDG出发，坐上开往市中心的火车后，我到达了名为city Universtaire的车站。然后我不得不乘有轨电车到达酒店附近。

So I enquired with the people nearby about the route I should follow or in which direction should I take the tram. After few attempts I got the answer and was standing at the station waiting for the next tram. I skipped boarding the tram 3 or 4 times as there were so many people trying to board the tram (it was peak hour i.e. 9 a.m.).
But at last I decided to board the tram and pushed myself in with all my luggage. I stood near the door facing towards it. The tram was full, there was no space to move or adjust the luggage.
Then just after few seconds I felt that someone is pulling something from my front pocket (I had my wallet and mobile phone in it). I checked my pocket and it was my phone which was stolen.

所以我向附近的人询问我应该走哪条路，或者我应该坐哪路电车。问了几次后，我得到了答案，我站在车站，等待着下一辆有轨电车。我挤了三四次都没挤上电车，因为有很多人也想进去(当时正是早上9点的高峰时间)。
但最后我还是决定挤上电车，把自己和我所有的行李推了进去。我站在门旁边，面向门口。有轨电车上挤满了人，没有空间可以移动或调整行李。
几秒钟后，我感觉有人从我的前衣口袋里掏出了什么东西(我的钱包和手机都在里面)。我检查了我的口袋，发现是我的手机被偷了。



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Andrea Simmonds
I had to flee a foreign country in the middle of the night, under threat of police.
When I was a child (12), my family went with my mother to Hungary, where she was speaking at a medical conference in Budapest. It was toward the end of the Cold War, and Budapest was still part of the Eastern Bloc. We had to file a travel itinerary with the police, indicating when we were entering and planning to leave, where we were staying, the reasons for our visit, and any plans we had to travel outside the city.

我不得不在半夜里，在警察的威胁下逃离一个国家。
当我还是个孩子的时候，我们一家人陪我母亲一起去了匈牙利，她要去布达佩斯的一个医学会议上发表讲话。当时正值冷战末期，布达佩斯仍然是东欧集团的一部分。我们必须向警方提交旅行计划，说明我们什么时候进入并计划离开，我们住在哪里，我们访问那里的原因，以及任何我们到城外旅行的计划。

The conference organizers had prepaid all of the hotel fees, and my mom had brought with her printed confirmations of the wire transfers, etc in case we ran into issues. The first hint of a problem came when we checked in, and the hotel said we needed to pay. Mom brought out all of her paperwork, explained that she was prepaid, and we checked in.

会议组织者已经预付了所有的酒店费用，我妈妈带着她打印的确认电汇单以防我们遇到问题。当我们入住的时候，第一个问题出现了，旅馆说我们需要付钱。妈妈拿出她所有的文件，解释说已经预付过了，然后我们就入住了。



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Akshaya, Life is electric
A few years back I went to Europe as part of my work. I went to Germany to be exact. At that time, I was staying near Hamburg, but had a friend in Koln(Cologne). So I thought a weekend visit would be fun. Koln was just 6 to 7 hours away from Hamburg. Mind you, I was new to Germany hence didn't understand one word of German language. So I reach koln and then spend a very happy fun filled weekend with my friend, and when returning I had to catch a bus which was located half way across the city from where my friend stayed.
As we both were girls I thought it wasn't safe for her to drop me off that late in the night, and also there was a local bus which took me directly to my required stop. So keeping all this in mind, we parted ways Hugging Goodbye.

几年前，作为工作的一部分，我去了欧洲。确切地说，我去了德国。当时我住在汉堡附近，但我在科隆有一个朋友。所以我觉得周末去拜访一下她会很有意思。科隆离汉堡只有6到7个小时的路程。请注意，我刚到德国，所以一句德语都听不懂。所以我到达了科隆，然后和我的朋友度过了一个非常快乐的充满乐趣的周末，当我回来的时候，我必须赶上一辆巴士，发车地点位于我朋友居住的这座城市的另一边。

因为我们都是女孩，所以我认为让她深夜把我送到那里不安全，而且有一辆当地的公共汽车可以直接把我送到我要去的车站。因此，考虑到这些，我们拥抱后互致告别。



Then comes my Hero in the form of Google Maps. Since I was new I always followed maps to know if I'm going in the right direction or not. So I enlarge the Map and I see a Polizei - Police station on the way. I never felt so happy in my life. So I took the root where the police station was located and when I came in front of it. I just turned back and shouted at the drunk guy saying "I CALL POLICE." Immediately he utters some swear words I guess, don't know and couldn't understand but turns around and boards another bus going in the opposite direction and was gone.

然后是谷歌地图救了我。因为我人生地不熟，我只能根据地图来判断我是否走对了方向。所以我放大地图，我看到会路过一个警察局。在我的人中，我从未感到如此的快乐。所以我找到了警察局所在的地方，当我走到警察局前面的时候。我就转过身来，对着醉汉大喊:“我叫警察啦。”我想他马上说了一些脏话，我不知道也听不明白，但他转过身去，搭上另一辆朝相反方向开的公共汽车就走了。

I won, and I was safe. I was so happy, words cannot express my happiness. Finally I could see that my bus is there waiting for me, cause due to all this ruckus issues, I was 10 mins late. Fortunately the driver knew good English, so I told him my situation and why I was late. He assured me I would be safe in the bus, and loaded my luggage in and off I was back to my home in Hamburg safe and sound.
Still today I can remember the drunk guys face, scary as hell.

我赢了，我安全了。我是如此的快乐，言语无法表达我的快乐。终于可以看到我的车在那里等着我，因为这些争吵，我迟到了10分钟。幸运的是，司机英语很好，所以我把我的情况和迟到的原因告诉了他。他向我保证我在公共汽车里是安全的，并帮我装卸行李，我安然无恙地回到了汉堡的家。
直到今天我还记得那些醉汉的脸，可怕得像是地狱。

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My friend stated that the man said we should buy two drinks for the women, and that if we bought a bottle they would do a dance. I asked the girl and she looked perplexed and said "you vant dancing before?" it doesnt take a genius to realise she was a prostitiute not a stripper.
Not only was she a prostitute, but she was clearly a drugged up one with slurred speech and so was her friend. I also realised that this was some covered up brothel and the barman was a pimp. And I remembered Brothels and pimping was ILLEGAL in the country. I looked around and the seedy place was full of people with scarred faces, middle aged, they all seemed to know each other and there was one tattooed guy in the front with a gun jutting out of his jeans. A gun. They looked like Russian gangsters or something. I asked the girls where they were from and it turned out to be Ukraine. I whispered to my friends about what Id discovered and my friend said they could possibly be smuggled in.

我的朋友说，那个男人说我们应该给这些女人买两杯饮料，如果我们买一瓶，她们就会跳舞。我问那个女孩，她看上去很困惑，说:“你以前跳过舞吗?”
她不仅是个妓女，而且很明显还是一个说话含糊不清的人，她的朋友也是。我也意识到这是一个隐蔽的妓院，酒吧招待是一个皮条客。我记得妓院和拉皮条在这个国家是违法的。我环顾四周，这个破旧的地方到处都是脸上有疤痕的人，他们都是中年人，他们似乎都认识对方，前面有一个纹身的人，他的牛仔裤里露出了一把枪。是的，一把枪。他们看起来像是俄罗斯黑帮。我问女孩们来自哪里，结果她们说是来自乌克兰。我悄悄的告诉我的朋友我发现了什么，我的朋友说他们可能是被偷运进来。

We all just got up slowly so as not to attract attention and the barman smiling blocked us at the door saying "80 euros my friends" . My mind obviously immediately went for what?! but this clearly wasn't the place to start arguing over extortion. We all gave 20 euros each and my friend said "oh we're 20 euros short" and tried to laugh it off. The barman stopped smiling, counted the money and pressed his palm against my friends chest. Ill never forget this moment as the whole bar just went dead. The music stopped, everyone started looking at us and the tattooed guy stood up and walked over. I thought we were dead. Rationality escaped my mind, I now think no way they wouldnt kill 3 tourists over 20 euros would they? The risk is so much higher than the reward no?. But then he walked up closed fists and I expected at the least to be beaten .

于是我们慢慢地站了起来，以免引起别人的注意，酒保微笑着挡住了我们的去路，说:“我的朋友们，80欧元。”我的心里顿时一句卧槽?!但很明显，这不是开始争论敲诈勒索的地方。我们每人都给了20欧元，我的朋友说“哦，我们少了20欧元”，并试图一笑置之。我永远不会忘记这一刻，因为整个酒吧都陷入了一片死寂。音乐停了，每个人都开始看着我们，那个纹身的人站起来走了过来。我以为我们要死了。我的脑子失去了理智，现在回想起来他们绝对不可能因为20欧元而杀死3名游客的，对吗?风险比回报高得多。但接着他握紧拳头朝我走来，我以为至少我们会被揍。



I vividly remember our driver complaining about it as he wasn’t really into it.
The bus was moving.
I was holding the bus handle (I don’t know if it’s the right word to use) in front of me with both of my hands. I was smiling. I whispered into my uncle’s ears saying that I wanted to eat Lays, but he didn’t understand. He said “huh?” while leaning in close to me.
The driver hit the brake. And the next thing I know is my nose hurt so bad, I felt like some parts were dislocated. I cried really hard. I’m not sure whether I hit the back of the seats in front of me or his face, but it did hurt really bad. I remember it vividly, but it feels like I still feel the pain.

我清楚地记得我们的司机抱怨这件事，因为他不是很喜欢这样。
公共汽车在行驶着。
我用双手握住我面前的公交车扶手(我不知道这个词用得对不对)。我面带微笑。我低声对我叔叔说我想吃春卷，但他没听懂。他说:“嗯?”说着把耳朵靠近了我。

司机踩了刹车。接下来我的鼻子一疼，我感觉有些部位错位了。我哭得很厉害。我不确定我是撞到了我前面的座位后面还是他的脸，但确实很疼。我记得很清楚，每每想起依然感觉一阵心悸。

It was sudden. He consoled me saying it was okay and stuff.
We were told to get off the bus.
Actually the other bus suddenly stopped in front of ours and our bus hit the back of the other bus. The front glass of our bus was all gone, the back glass of the other bus was all gone.
I had just wiped off my tears. When I got off, I saw a girl and she caught my attention because she looked my age.

刹车太突然了。他安慰我说一切都好。
有人叫我们下车。
事实上，另一辆巴士突然停在我们前面，我们的巴士追尾了另一辆巴士。我们车上的前玻璃都不见了，另一辆车上的后玻璃也不见了。
我刚刚擦干眼泪。当我下车时，我看到一个女孩，她引起了我的注意，因为她跟我差不多大。



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Anonymous
I was molested by a man on my 18th birthday.
Edit: I forgot to mention that I am a male, and was molested by another male.
It was my 18th birth and I was on my way back from college to home. It was around 6:30 in the morning when I boarded the train. Owing to non-availability of seat, I had to stand near the door of the coach. I man, looked like in his 40s, came and stood by me, saying that even he did not get any seat for sitting.

我在18岁生日那天被一个男人猥亵。
注:我忘了说我也是个男的，被另一个男性猥亵过。
那是我18岁生日的时候，在我从大学回家的路上。我上火车时大约是早上六点半。由于没有座位，我只好站在车厢门附近。那个男人，看起来有四十多岁，走过来站在我旁边，说他无处可坐。

We had formal conversation after which he offered me tea, which I readily accepted owing to the chilly weather. After that, we were just standing near the gate with our hands in pockets. It was then that the man rubbed his hands (which were still in his pockets) over my private part. The first time, I thought it was accidental. But when he continued it for the second and third time, I got furious.

我们正式的交谈了一下，之后他给我端来了茶，由于天气寒冷，我欣然接受了。之后，我们就站在门口，双手插在口袋里。就在那时，那人用手在我的私处搓着(他的手还揣在口袋里)。第一次时，我以为这是偶然的。但当他第二次和第三次继续这么做的时候，我很生气。



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Anonymous
Happened in Delhi
This technically did not happen while travelling, because I was going from Delhi to Udaipur and it happened in Delhi. Specifically, it happened while I was going to the bus stand. It was 6 in the evening during the Delhi winters and it was starting to get dark. I got an auto to drop me off at Dhaula Kuan, which is about an hour's drive. I was not that scared. I had been on this road before and I knew it by heart. Add that to the fact that I am fat and ugly, and look like a guy, I did not have anything to worry about. (I know I should not be stereotyping, but in reality, it works, or so I thought).

这件事发生在德里
严格地说，这并不是在旅行时发生的，因为当时我要从德里去乌代浦尔，这是在德里发生的。具体来说，这件事发生在我去车站的时候。德里冬天的晚上6点，天开始黑了。我打了一辆车去德豪拉关下车，到那大约有一个小时的车程。我没那么害怕。我以前就在这条路上打过车，我对这条路了如指掌。再加上我又胖又丑，长得像个男人，我没什么好担心的。(我知道我不应该有刻板印象，但实际上，这确实有效，至少我是这么认为的)。

The ride started normally, and I casually asked the driver how long it would take, which turned into a conversation about where I was going and so on. I had no trouble with that casual conversation. Half an hour in, we stop at a busy road side and the driver disappears. But since the road was busy, I paid no attention.
After some time, he got in, and I could see that he had unzipped his pants. That was the time I actually became scared. I pretended to call someone and tell them casually that I was in an auto numbered XXXX and would reach in 20 minutes and would call then.

旅程正常开始，我漫不经心地问司机要花多长时间，这就变成了一场关于我要去哪里的对话，等等。我对那次随意的谈话没什么意见。半小时后，我们在一条繁忙的道路旁边停了下来，司机消失了。但是由于路上车来车往，我没有在意。
过了一会儿，他进来了，我看得出他拉开了裤子的拉链。那时候我开始感到害怕。我假装打电话给别人，漫不经心地告诉他们我是在编号XXXX的出租车里，20分钟后我就会打电话过去。



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April Diamond, studied at Graduate School Education
The plane had just left San Francisco, it was a mild, summery afternoon, and suddenly the pilot announced there was a bomb on board the plane.
I was sitting in coach, in the very front row of seats. I was tired, I had worked all morning and was now flying home to see my family for a few days.
Everyone in the cabin seemed unnaturally hushed; even the air felt too warm, old and tired.

飞机刚刚离开旧金山，那是一个温和的夏日午后，飞行员突然宣布飞机上有炸弹。
我坐在机舱前排的座位上。我累了，我工作了一个上午，现在要飞回家几天看看我的家人。
船舱里的每个人似乎都不自觉地安静下来;连空气都觉得太温暖、沉闷、疲惫了。

The pilot came on the intercom and announced that someone had called and said there was a bomb planted on board. I could literally feel the sudden adrenaline surge all around me. We would be doing an emergency landing back in San Francisco. Immediately. The flight attendants nervously instructed us all in how to go into a crash position; leaning over in our seats as far as we could, while staying seat-belted in tightly. The flight attendants’ hands and voices shook, betraying their outward calm.
What goes through one’s mind at a time like this? Leaning over, I turned my head sideways and caught the eye of a young businessman sitting opposite me two rows back. Our eyes locked.

飞行员打开对讲机，宣布有人打来电话，说飞机上安放了一枚炸弹。我几乎可以感觉到我浑身肾上腺素的激增。我们会在旧金山紧急降落。立刻，马上。空乘人员紧张地指导我们如何进入坠机位置;尽量靠在座位上，同时紧紧地系着安全带。空乘人员的手和声音都在颤抖，显示出他们只是假装平静。
一个人在这样的时候，脑子里想的是什么呢?我俯下身，歪着头，注意到坐在我对面两排的一位年轻商人。我们的眼睛互相锁定了。



We waited many hours, refreshments were served at one point. And then finally, finally we were all given new tickets to board another plane. We were led into the main terminal, but it all still seemed surreal somehow.
I will never forget it, or the exact moment my eyes locked onto a stranger’s eyes and we experienced a small lifetime together in seconds.

我们等了好几个小时，有一次还上了些点心。最后，最后我们都得到了新的机票，可以登上另一架飞机。我们被带到了主候机楼，但不知怎的，这一切仍然显得很离奇。
我永远不会忘记那一刻，也不会忘记那一刻，我的眼睛紧紧的盯着一个陌生人的眼睛，我们在几秒钟内一起经历了短暂的一生。