你曾经请求过别人的原谅吗?如果有，发生了什么?（二）
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Have you ever begged anyone's pardon and if so, what happened?
你曾经请求过别人的原谅吗?如果有，发生了什么?
你曾经请求过别人的原谅吗?如果有，发生了什么?
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Lynna Pinse
What is the saddest thing you experience in life, and why?
One night in the late summer of 2013, I was talking to my mom on the phone. I remember clearly where I was, what I was doing, as this conversation took place. My mom and I had together gone thru the sudden, unexplained death of my older brother and then the prolonged, tragic of my older sister. My mom lost two children within 18 months of each other. My sister had died from diabetes, which she'd fought for all her life. Towards the end she had dementia from her organ failure, from MRSA, and from the meds. Talking to her, hearing her tell me all about being kidnapped and taken to the hospital roof was the most painful, disorienting things I'd ever heard. But I knew where this dementia was coming from.
So during this phone conversation my mom mentioned her lost cat. The cat had gone outside the day before but hadn't come home. She was frantic, worried, putting food out for her lost cat. She missed the cat so much because she loved the cat so much. She asked me what she should do to find the cat.
I told myself it was a mixture of medications which her doctor was wayyyyy overdosing her on and just sheer grief.
It wasn't.
About three years later she was diagnosed with Lewy body dementia.
I moved in with her and have been her only caregiver for over five years now. Over this span of time there have been many, many “saddest things I've ever experienced.”
Putting all of her things in paper bags and hiding them to keep them from being “stolen.”
Opening the cabinet where the plates are when she wants to microwave something.
Asking me where her daughter is. (Me.)
Asking whose house she's in. (Hers.)
Saying my dad left one day and she's never seen or heard from him since AND she's considering filing for divorce. (My dad died in 2001.)
Talking to me about my kids, her grandkids, as if they were just acquaintances of mine who stopped in to visit.
And, one of the worst, asking everyone around at our Christmas dinner if she could use their phone to call her mom. (My grandmother died in 1993.)
Everyday I hear and see and experience the saddest things I've ever heard and seen and experienced. Most nights I fall asleep crying from heartbreak and grief.
你一生中经历的最悲伤的事情是什么？为什么？
2013年夏末的一个晚上，我正在和妈妈通电话。我清楚地记得这次谈话发生时我在哪里，在做什么。我和妈妈一起经历了哥哥突然莫名其妙地去世，然后经历了我姐姐那漫长的悲剧。我妈妈在18个月内相继失去了两个孩子。我姐姐死于糖尿病，她一生都在与之抗争。临终前，由于器官衰竭、耐甲氧西林金黄色葡萄球菌和药物，她患上了痴呆症。跟她说话，听她讲她被绑架带到医院屋顶的事是我听过的最痛苦，最让我迷失方向的事。但我知道这种痴呆症是怎么来的。
在电话中，我妈妈提到了她丢失的猫。这只猫前一天出去了，现在还没有回家。她惊慌失措，忧心忡忡，为她丢失的猫准备食物。她非常想念这只猫，因为她非常爱这只猫。她问我她该怎么做才能找到猫。
我告诉自己，这是她的医生给她服用过量的药物和纯粹的悲伤的混合物。
事实并非如此。
大约三年后，她被诊断出患有路易体痴呆症。
我搬来和她一起住，五年多来一直是她唯一的看护人。在这段时间里，发生了很多“我经历过的最悲伤的事情”
把她所有的东西都放在纸袋里，然后把它们藏起来，以免被“偷走”
当她想用微波炉加热一些东西时，打开放盘子的柜子。
问我她女儿在哪里。（我。）
问她在谁的房子里。(她的)。
说有一天我爸爸离开了，从那以后她就再也没见过他，也没听到过他的消息，她正在考虑离婚。(我父亲2001年去世。)
跟我谈论我的孩子，她的孙子，就好像他们只是我的熟人，只是顺便来看我一样。
最糟糕的是，在我们的圣诞晚餐上，她问周围的每个人她是否可以用他们的手机给她妈妈打电话。(我的祖母于1993年去世。)
每天我都会听到、看到、经历我所听到、看到和经历过的最悲伤的事情。大多数夜晚，我因心碎和悲伤而哭泣入睡。
What is the saddest thing you experience in life, and why?
One night in the late summer of 2013, I was talking to my mom on the phone. I remember clearly where I was, what I was doing, as this conversation took place. My mom and I had together gone thru the sudden, unexplained death of my older brother and then the prolonged, tragic of my older sister. My mom lost two children within 18 months of each other. My sister had died from diabetes, which she'd fought for all her life. Towards the end she had dementia from her organ failure, from MRSA, and from the meds. Talking to her, hearing her tell me all about being kidnapped and taken to the hospital roof was the most painful, disorienting things I'd ever heard. But I knew where this dementia was coming from.
So during this phone conversation my mom mentioned her lost cat. The cat had gone outside the day before but hadn't come home. She was frantic, worried, putting food out for her lost cat. She missed the cat so much because she loved the cat so much. She asked me what she should do to find the cat.
I told myself it was a mixture of medications which her doctor was wayyyyy overdosing her on and just sheer grief.
It wasn't.
About three years later she was diagnosed with Lewy body dementia.
I moved in with her and have been her only caregiver for over five years now. Over this span of time there have been many, many “saddest things I've ever experienced.”
Putting all of her things in paper bags and hiding them to keep them from being “stolen.”
Opening the cabinet where the plates are when she wants to microwave something.
Asking me where her daughter is. (Me.)
Asking whose house she's in. (Hers.)
Saying my dad left one day and she's never seen or heard from him since AND she's considering filing for divorce. (My dad died in 2001.)
Talking to me about my kids, her grandkids, as if they were just acquaintances of mine who stopped in to visit.
And, one of the worst, asking everyone around at our Christmas dinner if she could use their phone to call her mom. (My grandmother died in 1993.)
Everyday I hear and see and experience the saddest things I've ever heard and seen and experienced. Most nights I fall asleep crying from heartbreak and grief.
你一生中经历的最悲伤的事情是什么？为什么？
2013年夏末的一个晚上，我正在和妈妈通电话。我清楚地记得这次谈话发生时我在哪里，在做什么。我和妈妈一起经历了哥哥突然莫名其妙地去世，然后经历了我姐姐那漫长的悲剧。我妈妈在18个月内相继失去了两个孩子。我姐姐死于糖尿病，她一生都在与之抗争。临终前，由于器官衰竭、耐甲氧西林金黄色葡萄球菌和药物，她患上了痴呆症。跟她说话，听她讲她被绑架带到医院屋顶的事是我听过的最痛苦，最让我迷失方向的事。但我知道这种痴呆症是怎么来的。
在电话中，我妈妈提到了她丢失的猫。这只猫前一天出去了，现在还没有回家。她惊慌失措，忧心忡忡，为她丢失的猫准备食物。她非常想念这只猫，因为她非常爱这只猫。她问我她该怎么做才能找到猫。
我告诉自己，这是她的医生给她服用过量的药物和纯粹的悲伤的混合物。
事实并非如此。
大约三年后，她被诊断出患有路易体痴呆症。
我搬来和她一起住，五年多来一直是她唯一的看护人。在这段时间里，发生了很多“我经历过的最悲伤的事情”
把她所有的东西都放在纸袋里，然后把它们藏起来，以免被“偷走”
当她想用微波炉加热一些东西时，打开放盘子的柜子。
问我她女儿在哪里。（我。）
问她在谁的房子里。(她的)。
说有一天我爸爸离开了，从那以后她就再也没见过他，也没听到过他的消息，她正在考虑离婚。(我父亲2001年去世。)
跟我谈论我的孩子，她的孙子，就好像他们只是我的熟人，只是顺便来看我一样。
最糟糕的是，在我们的圣诞晚餐上，她问周围的每个人她是否可以用他们的手机给她妈妈打电话。(我的祖母于1993年去世。)
每天我都会听到、看到、经历我所听到、看到和经历过的最悲伤的事情。大多数夜晚，我因心碎和悲伤而哭泣入睡。
Maxim Kostyukovich
Have you ever been accused of killing someone?
I have. Once.
Back in 1994, when the events in New Russia forced people off their well-trodden ways into a great unknown and we all have sought our new path in life, there was a time I worked as a gypsy taxi in St. Petersburg, Russia.
It was a common way to raise some money here and now when you had no other job. Due to some events which I’ll leave unmentioned, I had to take a break from my comfortable employment as a software project manager, and go into great unknown. So at the time I’m talking about, I “bombed” (worked as a gypsy taxi, carrying various walks of people in my car during the day, evening and early night, having a crowbar under my seat and hoping to come home alive that night), most of the days raising hardly enough to feed me and my Mom for that day.
I took a passenger. A guy of Chinese appearance, short but muscular. He asked if I can carry him for the day for several meetings and promised quite a good fare (which would be probably 5x my normal earnings for that time). I had to wait for him in certain places, be ready to “step on it”, ask no questions, and be ready to perform “unsafe avoidance” if necessary. I agreed.
The day went relatively smoothly, in a pair of places he just jumped in and shouted “Drive!” and so I did, having parked in a way allowing fast departure. At the end of the day, I had earned some praise from my client for my safe but quite fast driving, and he had invited me for a dinner too (paid by him), which I didn’t refuse, considering deplorable financial state at the moment.
After I parted ways with my fare, having delivered him to his home, I slowly drove home with a nice stack of money in my pocket. I reckoned that the guy was a Brigadier, thugmaster, who went around using different car each day to prevent being whacked by competitors. But I didn’t ask questions, that was the rule.
Let it also be known that I looked lean but muscular, but a bit nerdy due to prescxtion glasses on my nose. My profession, software project manager, suited this look perfectly well.
Fast forward a few days. I’m called by a police department X to come and have a chat. “We have just a few questions about one guy you might know.” No problem, 10:00 sharp I’m with the Officer who invites me to a room. There were three more officers in that room. Suddenly it looked like an interrogation room.
Without further delays, asks me “So, Mr. K, why did you kill Nicky the Chinese?”
Whoops. Holy FUCK, are you FUCKING kidding??!
Me: “You must have confused me with someone else! All I am, am a software project manager, and a software engineer. I know how to write programs. I don’t know how to kill people! I don’t do kill people either! And who the Hell is Nicky the Chinese??”
你曾经被指控杀人吗？
我有过一次；
早在1994年，当新俄罗斯发生的事件迫使人们离开他们习以为常的生活方式，进入一个巨大的未知世界，我们都在寻找新的生活道路时，有一段时间我在俄罗斯圣彼得堡做吉普赛出租车司机。
当你没有其他工作时，这是一种常见的筹集资金的方式。由于一些我不打算提及的事件，我不得不从我作为软件项目经理的舒适工作中休息一段时间，进入未知的境地。所以在我所说的那段时间，我“搞砸了”(我是一名吉普赛人出租车司机，在白天、晚上和凌晨用我的车载着各种各样的人，我的座位下有一根撬棍，希望那天晚上能活着回家)，大部分时间里，我挣的钱几乎不够我和妈妈当天的食物。
我搭载了一名乘客。一个中国人的外表，身材矮小但肌肉发达。他问我是否可以带他去参加几次会议，并承诺提供相当不错的费用（这可能是我当时正常收入的5倍）。我必须在某些地方等他，做好“加油”的准备，不要问任何问题，如有必要，准备好执行“不安全规避”，我同意了。
这一天过得相对顺利，在两个地方，他只是跳进车里大喊“开车!我照做了，因为我把车停在了可以快速离开的地方。在那天结束的时候，我的客户因为我安全而快速的驾驶赢得了一些赞扬，他还邀请我共进晚餐(由他支付)，考虑到当时糟糕的财务状况，我没有拒绝。
我把他送回家，和他分手后，兜里揣着一大笔钱，慢慢地开车回家。我估计这家伙是一名准将，一名暴徒，他每天都用不同的车四处走动，以防止被竞争对手击倒。但我没有问问题，这是规则。
要知道，我看起来很瘦，肌肉发达，但因为戴着眼镜，有点书呆子气。我的职业是软件项目经理，非常适合这种装扮。
快进几天。我接到X警局的电话，要我过来谈谈。“我们只是想问几个你可能认识的人的问题。”没问题，十点整我和一位警官在一起他邀请我去一个房间。房间里还有三名警官。突然间它看起来像一个审讯室。
没有更多的拖延，有人问我:“那么，K先生，你为什么杀了中国人尼基（Nicky）?”
哎呦。我操，你他妈的在开玩笑吗?
我：“你一定把我和其他人搞混了！我只是一名软件项目经理和软件工程师。我知道如何编写程序。我不知道如何杀人！我也没杀人！中国人尼基到底是谁？”
Have you ever been accused of killing someone?
I have. Once.
Back in 1994, when the events in New Russia forced people off their well-trodden ways into a great unknown and we all have sought our new path in life, there was a time I worked as a gypsy taxi in St. Petersburg, Russia.
It was a common way to raise some money here and now when you had no other job. Due to some events which I’ll leave unmentioned, I had to take a break from my comfortable employment as a software project manager, and go into great unknown. So at the time I’m talking about, I “bombed” (worked as a gypsy taxi, carrying various walks of people in my car during the day, evening and early night, having a crowbar under my seat and hoping to come home alive that night), most of the days raising hardly enough to feed me and my Mom for that day.
I took a passenger. A guy of Chinese appearance, short but muscular. He asked if I can carry him for the day for several meetings and promised quite a good fare (which would be probably 5x my normal earnings for that time). I had to wait for him in certain places, be ready to “step on it”, ask no questions, and be ready to perform “unsafe avoidance” if necessary. I agreed.
The day went relatively smoothly, in a pair of places he just jumped in and shouted “Drive!” and so I did, having parked in a way allowing fast departure. At the end of the day, I had earned some praise from my client for my safe but quite fast driving, and he had invited me for a dinner too (paid by him), which I didn’t refuse, considering deplorable financial state at the moment.
After I parted ways with my fare, having delivered him to his home, I slowly drove home with a nice stack of money in my pocket. I reckoned that the guy was a Brigadier, thugmaster, who went around using different car each day to prevent being whacked by competitors. But I didn’t ask questions, that was the rule.
Let it also be known that I looked lean but muscular, but a bit nerdy due to prescxtion glasses on my nose. My profession, software project manager, suited this look perfectly well.
Fast forward a few days. I’m called by a police department X to come and have a chat. “We have just a few questions about one guy you might know.” No problem, 10:00 sharp I’m with the Officer who invites me to a room. There were three more officers in that room. Suddenly it looked like an interrogation room.
Without further delays, asks me “So, Mr. K, why did you kill Nicky the Chinese?”
Whoops. Holy FUCK, are you FUCKING kidding??!
Me: “You must have confused me with someone else! All I am, am a software project manager, and a software engineer. I know how to write programs. I don’t know how to kill people! I don’t do kill people either! And who the Hell is Nicky the Chinese??”
你曾经被指控杀人吗？
我有过一次；
早在1994年，当新俄罗斯发生的事件迫使人们离开他们习以为常的生活方式，进入一个巨大的未知世界，我们都在寻找新的生活道路时，有一段时间我在俄罗斯圣彼得堡做吉普赛出租车司机。
当你没有其他工作时，这是一种常见的筹集资金的方式。由于一些我不打算提及的事件，我不得不从我作为软件项目经理的舒适工作中休息一段时间，进入未知的境地。所以在我所说的那段时间，我“搞砸了”(我是一名吉普赛人出租车司机，在白天、晚上和凌晨用我的车载着各种各样的人，我的座位下有一根撬棍，希望那天晚上能活着回家)，大部分时间里，我挣的钱几乎不够我和妈妈当天的食物。
我搭载了一名乘客。一个中国人的外表，身材矮小但肌肉发达。他问我是否可以带他去参加几次会议，并承诺提供相当不错的费用（这可能是我当时正常收入的5倍）。我必须在某些地方等他，做好“加油”的准备，不要问任何问题，如有必要，准备好执行“不安全规避”，我同意了。
这一天过得相对顺利，在两个地方，他只是跳进车里大喊“开车!我照做了，因为我把车停在了可以快速离开的地方。在那天结束的时候，我的客户因为我安全而快速的驾驶赢得了一些赞扬，他还邀请我共进晚餐(由他支付)，考虑到当时糟糕的财务状况，我没有拒绝。
我把他送回家，和他分手后，兜里揣着一大笔钱，慢慢地开车回家。我估计这家伙是一名准将，一名暴徒，他每天都用不同的车四处走动，以防止被竞争对手击倒。但我没有问问题，这是规则。
要知道，我看起来很瘦，肌肉发达，但因为戴着眼镜，有点书呆子气。我的职业是软件项目经理，非常适合这种装扮。
快进几天。我接到X警局的电话，要我过来谈谈。“我们只是想问几个你可能认识的人的问题。”没问题，十点整我和一位警官在一起他邀请我去一个房间。房间里还有三名警官。突然间它看起来像一个审讯室。
没有更多的拖延，有人问我:“那么，K先生，你为什么杀了中国人尼基（Nicky）?”
哎呦。我操，你他妈的在开玩笑吗?
我：“你一定把我和其他人搞混了！我只是一名软件项目经理和软件工程师。我知道如何编写程序。我不知道如何杀人！我也没杀人！中国人尼基到底是谁？”
Officer: “Yes, killers with uni education are not so rare. Some of them you would never recognise for a killer. So why did you kill Nicky??”
Me: “I did not. Who is that Nicky??”
Officer: “You know who. A Brigadier of T***** (thugs clan). You wanna see how he was found?” (shoves into my face a grisly photo of a dead guy, badly beaten and half of his face missing. I’m not squeamish, but the photo is disgusting.).
Me: “Holy cow! Who did that to this guy? Where did THAT come from?? And why are you asking ME??”
Officer: “Mr. K, my patience wears thin. Do you want me to “remind” you ? He was found in the waste collector, well tasted by the rats. Do you know this guy or not?”
… I start to realise that this is my fare from before… He introduced himself as Nick, or Kolya in Russian.
I told the officer the story of a fare that goes places and pays well. But I sat in my car all the time, waiting, while he was going places!
It appeared that an elderly lady saw my red Lada I owned at the moment from the window, and wrote down my car registration number. She suspected the guy was playing foul and gladly wrote anyone he talked with. She was sure I was one of the Thugs (I did look quite big, yeah, see my other story…).
Also it looked like I was the last one who saw him alive that evening. He was killed around home that evening.
… I kept insisting on my innocence, told and retold my story. A few details I told had attracted Officer’s attention: The passenger had been calling his wife and arguing a lot during his daily run.
The ardent, pushing tones Officers used initially, gave place to more retired attitude. Looks like they were starting to be convinced that I was just a guy in wrong place, wrong time.
They took me to another police precinct. While I waited in the back seat of a squad car with one of the officers, not cuffed as no charge was formally issued, talking to him in a normal manner, another officer came up and shook hands to my guardian and then to me. I returned the courtesy.
“Hey! What are you doing, shaking hands with him? This is a bandit, a killer!” said my guard laughing. The other officer smirked: “Come off it, stop talking rubbish!”. I said “You are right, I’m not. And you could see it.” Nobody wanted to press their points or show their unwillingness to talk to me.
Two more hours in another precinct. Total of four hours and then some minutes, of interrogation slowly changing into Miss Marple story.
Finally, the Officers seemed satisfied. “We are sorry, Mr K, but you have to understand us. You are probably the last one who saw Nicky alive. And forgive me, but you probably could kill people with your bare hands…
Stay in St Petersburg please, just for a couple weeks, and if we need more information, we’ll call you.”
I called them later to ensure that they don’t need me anymore, because I was done with the thing which had put my life on pause, went back to my old company, was gladly re-hired to my former position, and was about to go back to my normal ways as a project manager, and as a beginning, to take a trip to Kazakhstan to manage a lucrative State Radio project for our company
The police had confirmed they had no questions to me. I asked if they have found the real killer. They said that potentially that murder was committed on behest of his wife. The guy was obviously a rude and nasty person, but it appears that he also was a wife abuser and a wife beater; his wife disappeared, nowhere to be found the next day after the murder, having taken all his money, a car, and her stuff. Very probably a couple of thugs from his team performed her evil command and dealt the guy the final reckoning with a passion. She probably was out of country the same day. Back then, that would mean she would never, ever be caught. Not that anyone cared much about a person who killed a fucking thug.
“And so this story ends”…
I don’t think I was too scared during the process, only really frustrated by even ridiculousness of these accusations. But having thought about it, my charm could well render not enough to talk my way out of it, and my destiny could have changed irreversibly. That was god damn scary, in the afterthought.
But I was in my 20′s, and a month later, already in a different country, on an important project, I probably have forgotten of this story. To remember it now out of the blue, and tell it now to Quorans.
警官：“是的，受过大学教育的杀手并不罕见。有些人你根本不会认为是凶手。那你为什么要杀尼奇？”
我：“我没有杀人。那个尼基是谁？”
警官：“你知道是谁。暴徒家族的一名准将。你想看看他是怎么被发现的吗？”。
我：“不会吧!这是谁干的?这是从哪里来的?你为什么要问我？”
警官：“K先生，我没耐心了。你想让我"提醒"你吗?他是在垃圾收集器里被老鼠发现的。你到底认识不认识这个人？”
我开始意识到这是我以前的客人……他介绍自己叫尼克，俄语叫科亚
我给警官讲了一个关于车费的故事，去了很多地方，而且价钱很好。但我一直坐在我的车里，等着，他却去了很多地方!
一位老妇人从窗口看到了我当时拥有的红色拉达汽车，并写下了我的车牌号码。她怀疑这家伙在耍花招，于是高兴地写信给与他交谈的人。她确信我是暴徒中的一员(我看起来确实很大，是的，看看我的另一个故事……)
而且看起来我是那天晚上最后一个见到他活着的人。那天晚上他在家附近被杀。
我一直坚称自己是无辜的，讲述并重述了我的故事。我讲述的一些细节引起了警官的注意：这位乘客一直在给他的妻子打电话，并经常争吵。
警官们最初使用的激烈、强硬的语调，现在已让位于较为隐退的态度。看来他们开始相信我只是在错误的时间出现在错误的地点。
他们把我带到另一个警察局。当我和其中一名警官在一辆警车的后座上等待时，另一名警官走了过来，与我的监护人握手，然后又与我握手。我礼貌地回应了。
“嘿！你在干什么，和他握手？这是一个强盗，一个杀手！”我的警卫笑着说。另一名警官着说：“别这样，别再胡说八道了！”。我说：“你是对的，我不是。你可以看到。”没有人想强调自己的观点，也没有人愿意和我说话。
在另一个分局再待了两个小时。总共四小时零几分钟，审讯慢慢变成了马普尔小姐的故事。
最后，警官们似乎很满意。“我们很抱歉，K先生，但你必须理解我们。你可能是最后一个看到尼基活着的人。原谅我，但你也许可以徒手杀人……”
请在圣彼得堡停留几周，如果我们需要更多信息，我们会给你打电话。”
我后来打电话给他们，确保他们不再需要我，因为我已经完成了让我的生活暂停的事情，回到了我的老公司，很高兴被重新聘回我以前的职位，即将回归我作为项目经理的正常方式，并开始前往哈萨克斯坦，为我们公司管理一个利润丰厚的国家广播电台项目。
警察已经证实他们没有问题要问我。我问他们是否找到了真正的凶手。他们说这起谋杀很可能是受他妻子的指使。这名男子显然是一个粗鲁而恶劣的人，但他似乎也是一个虐待妻子和殴打妻子的人；他的妻子失踪了，在谋杀案发生后的第二天就找不到了，拿走了他所有的钱、一辆车和她的东西。很可能是他的团队中的几个暴徒执行了她的邪恶命令，并满怀激情地对这个家伙进行了最后的清算。她可能是同一天出国的。当时，这意味着她永远不会被抓到。没人会在乎一个杀了暴徒的人。
“所以这个故事结束了”
我认为在这个过程中我并没有太害怕，只是对这些荒谬的指控感到沮丧。但仔细想想，我的魅力很可能不足以说服我走出困境，我的命运可能会发生不可逆转的变化。事后想想，那真是太可怕了。
但我当时20多岁，一个月后，已经在另一个国家，参与一个重要的项目，我可能已经忘记了这个故事。现在突然想起它，在QA上说了出来。
Me: “I did not. Who is that Nicky??”
Officer: “You know who. A Brigadier of T***** (thugs clan). You wanna see how he was found?” (shoves into my face a grisly photo of a dead guy, badly beaten and half of his face missing. I’m not squeamish, but the photo is disgusting.).
Me: “Holy cow! Who did that to this guy? Where did THAT come from?? And why are you asking ME??”
Officer: “Mr. K, my patience wears thin. Do you want me to “remind” you ? He was found in the waste collector, well tasted by the rats. Do you know this guy or not?”
… I start to realise that this is my fare from before… He introduced himself as Nick, or Kolya in Russian.
I told the officer the story of a fare that goes places and pays well. But I sat in my car all the time, waiting, while he was going places!
It appeared that an elderly lady saw my red Lada I owned at the moment from the window, and wrote down my car registration number. She suspected the guy was playing foul and gladly wrote anyone he talked with. She was sure I was one of the Thugs (I did look quite big, yeah, see my other story…).
Also it looked like I was the last one who saw him alive that evening. He was killed around home that evening.
… I kept insisting on my innocence, told and retold my story. A few details I told had attracted Officer’s attention: The passenger had been calling his wife and arguing a lot during his daily run.
The ardent, pushing tones Officers used initially, gave place to more retired attitude. Looks like they were starting to be convinced that I was just a guy in wrong place, wrong time.
They took me to another police precinct. While I waited in the back seat of a squad car with one of the officers, not cuffed as no charge was formally issued, talking to him in a normal manner, another officer came up and shook hands to my guardian and then to me. I returned the courtesy.
“Hey! What are you doing, shaking hands with him? This is a bandit, a killer!” said my guard laughing. The other officer smirked: “Come off it, stop talking rubbish!”. I said “You are right, I’m not. And you could see it.” Nobody wanted to press their points or show their unwillingness to talk to me.
Two more hours in another precinct. Total of four hours and then some minutes, of interrogation slowly changing into Miss Marple story.
Finally, the Officers seemed satisfied. “We are sorry, Mr K, but you have to understand us. You are probably the last one who saw Nicky alive. And forgive me, but you probably could kill people with your bare hands…
Stay in St Petersburg please, just for a couple weeks, and if we need more information, we’ll call you.”
I called them later to ensure that they don’t need me anymore, because I was done with the thing which had put my life on pause, went back to my old company, was gladly re-hired to my former position, and was about to go back to my normal ways as a project manager, and as a beginning, to take a trip to Kazakhstan to manage a lucrative State Radio project for our company
The police had confirmed they had no questions to me. I asked if they have found the real killer. They said that potentially that murder was committed on behest of his wife. The guy was obviously a rude and nasty person, but it appears that he also was a wife abuser and a wife beater; his wife disappeared, nowhere to be found the next day after the murder, having taken all his money, a car, and her stuff. Very probably a couple of thugs from his team performed her evil command and dealt the guy the final reckoning with a passion. She probably was out of country the same day. Back then, that would mean she would never, ever be caught. Not that anyone cared much about a person who killed a fucking thug.
“And so this story ends”…
I don’t think I was too scared during the process, only really frustrated by even ridiculousness of these accusations. But having thought about it, my charm could well render not enough to talk my way out of it, and my destiny could have changed irreversibly. That was god damn scary, in the afterthought.
But I was in my 20′s, and a month later, already in a different country, on an important project, I probably have forgotten of this story. To remember it now out of the blue, and tell it now to Quorans.
警官：“是的，受过大学教育的杀手并不罕见。有些人你根本不会认为是凶手。那你为什么要杀尼奇？”
我：“我没有杀人。那个尼基是谁？”
警官：“你知道是谁。暴徒家族的一名准将。你想看看他是怎么被发现的吗？”。
我：“不会吧!这是谁干的?这是从哪里来的?你为什么要问我？”
警官：“K先生，我没耐心了。你想让我"提醒"你吗?他是在垃圾收集器里被老鼠发现的。你到底认识不认识这个人？”
我开始意识到这是我以前的客人……他介绍自己叫尼克，俄语叫科亚
我给警官讲了一个关于车费的故事，去了很多地方，而且价钱很好。但我一直坐在我的车里，等着，他却去了很多地方!
一位老妇人从窗口看到了我当时拥有的红色拉达汽车，并写下了我的车牌号码。她怀疑这家伙在耍花招，于是高兴地写信给与他交谈的人。她确信我是暴徒中的一员(我看起来确实很大，是的，看看我的另一个故事……)
而且看起来我是那天晚上最后一个见到他活着的人。那天晚上他在家附近被杀。
我一直坚称自己是无辜的，讲述并重述了我的故事。我讲述的一些细节引起了警官的注意：这位乘客一直在给他的妻子打电话，并经常争吵。
警官们最初使用的激烈、强硬的语调，现在已让位于较为隐退的态度。看来他们开始相信我只是在错误的时间出现在错误的地点。
他们把我带到另一个警察局。当我和其中一名警官在一辆警车的后座上等待时，另一名警官走了过来，与我的监护人握手，然后又与我握手。我礼貌地回应了。
“嘿！你在干什么，和他握手？这是一个强盗，一个杀手！”我的警卫笑着说。另一名警官着说：“别这样，别再胡说八道了！”。我说：“你是对的，我不是。你可以看到。”没有人想强调自己的观点，也没有人愿意和我说话。
在另一个分局再待了两个小时。总共四小时零几分钟，审讯慢慢变成了马普尔小姐的故事。
最后，警官们似乎很满意。“我们很抱歉，K先生，但你必须理解我们。你可能是最后一个看到尼基活着的人。原谅我，但你也许可以徒手杀人……”
请在圣彼得堡停留几周，如果我们需要更多信息，我们会给你打电话。”
我后来打电话给他们，确保他们不再需要我，因为我已经完成了让我的生活暂停的事情，回到了我的老公司，很高兴被重新聘回我以前的职位，即将回归我作为项目经理的正常方式，并开始前往哈萨克斯坦，为我们公司管理一个利润丰厚的国家广播电台项目。
警察已经证实他们没有问题要问我。我问他们是否找到了真正的凶手。他们说这起谋杀很可能是受他妻子的指使。这名男子显然是一个粗鲁而恶劣的人，但他似乎也是一个虐待妻子和殴打妻子的人；他的妻子失踪了，在谋杀案发生后的第二天就找不到了，拿走了他所有的钱、一辆车和她的东西。很可能是他的团队中的几个暴徒执行了她的邪恶命令，并满怀激情地对这个家伙进行了最后的清算。她可能是同一天出国的。当时，这意味着她永远不会被抓到。没人会在乎一个杀了暴徒的人。
“所以这个故事结束了”
我认为在这个过程中我并没有太害怕，只是对这些荒谬的指控感到沮丧。但仔细想想，我的魅力很可能不足以说服我走出困境，我的命运可能会发生不可逆转的变化。事后想想，那真是太可怕了。
但我当时20多岁，一个月后，已经在另一个国家，参与一个重要的项目，我可能已经忘记了这个故事。现在突然想起它，在QA上说了出来。
Arthur Amaral
Have you ever bullied someone? If yes, then why?
Yes, I’ve been a bully for a short period of time in elementary school.
I suffered a lot of bullying in my school life. from 2nd grade to 3rd year of high school, I was the main target of all my class. And isn’t just jokes, names and teasing, there’s a lot of violence too.
I remember one time in 7th grade when 2 older, repentant guys and one girl thought it was a great idea lock me on an abandoned bathroom on the back of the school. I used to study on afternoon period and there’s no night period on that school, so, if I get locked on it I will be locked until next day morning. And no, I could not break the door and free myself, I just broke my left arm weeks before it. It was late, and the sun was already set and they started carrying me to back of the school, laughing and cursing me. So, I fought my way out of it. 3 vs 1. Using the plaster of my arm as a weapon. In the darkness. Sometimes I randomly remember this day, the feeling of the plaster hitting their faces, the feeling of my fresh-glued bone-shaking and the nausea I felt because of the pain.
Anyway, I realized a thing about bullying: normally, those who commit don’t suffer. So I picked a target and started to bully him. Cursing, calling names, teasing. I never hurt him physically. I realized that isn’t making the bullying go away. And I was feeling bad. I hated myself. So I stopped. And all of this just made things worse. Because my 2-weeks bullying period, I lost the compassion of people. I used to be a victim, and suddenly I was someone who deserved all those things.
Sorry for my bad writing skills, I’m still learning English by myself.
你曾经欺负过别人吗？如果有，那么为什么？
是的，我在小学有一段很短的时间是个霸凌者。
在我的学校生活中，我遭受了很多欺凌。从高二到高三，我是全班的主要目标。不仅是笑话，取外号和嘲笑，还遇到很多暴力。
我记得七年级的时候，有一次两个年长的男生和一个女生觉得把我锁在学校后面一个废弃的浴室里是个好主意。我以前在下午上课，那所学校晚上没有上课，所以，如果我被锁在里面，就会被锁到第二天早上。不，我无法打破门，解放自己，几个星期前我刚刚摔断了左臂。天色已晚，太阳已经落山，他们开始把我带到学校后面，一边嘲笑一边诅咒我。所以，我努力摆脱了困境，3VS1。拿我手臂上的石膏当武器，在黑暗中，有时我会不经意地想起这一天，石膏打在他们脸上的感觉，我刚粘上的骨头在颤抖的感觉，以及因为疼痛而感到的恶心。
总之，我意识到关于欺凌的一件事：通常情况下，那些实施欺凌的人不会受到伤害。所以我选择了一个目标，开始欺负他，诅咒，取外号，戏弄他，但是我从来没有伤害过他。我意识到这并不能让欺凌行为消失。我当时感觉很糟糕。我恨自己，所以我停了下来。所有这些只会让事情变得更糟。因为我两周的欺凌期，我失去了人们的同情。我曾经是一个受害者，突然间，就成了一个罪有应得的人。
对不起，我的写作水平很差，我还在自学英语。
Have you ever bullied someone? If yes, then why?
Yes, I’ve been a bully for a short period of time in elementary school.
I suffered a lot of bullying in my school life. from 2nd grade to 3rd year of high school, I was the main target of all my class. And isn’t just jokes, names and teasing, there’s a lot of violence too.
I remember one time in 7th grade when 2 older, repentant guys and one girl thought it was a great idea lock me on an abandoned bathroom on the back of the school. I used to study on afternoon period and there’s no night period on that school, so, if I get locked on it I will be locked until next day morning. And no, I could not break the door and free myself, I just broke my left arm weeks before it. It was late, and the sun was already set and they started carrying me to back of the school, laughing and cursing me. So, I fought my way out of it. 3 vs 1. Using the plaster of my arm as a weapon. In the darkness. Sometimes I randomly remember this day, the feeling of the plaster hitting their faces, the feeling of my fresh-glued bone-shaking and the nausea I felt because of the pain.
Anyway, I realized a thing about bullying: normally, those who commit don’t suffer. So I picked a target and started to bully him. Cursing, calling names, teasing. I never hurt him physically. I realized that isn’t making the bullying go away. And I was feeling bad. I hated myself. So I stopped. And all of this just made things worse. Because my 2-weeks bullying period, I lost the compassion of people. I used to be a victim, and suddenly I was someone who deserved all those things.
Sorry for my bad writing skills, I’m still learning English by myself.
你曾经欺负过别人吗？如果有，那么为什么？
是的，我在小学有一段很短的时间是个霸凌者。
在我的学校生活中，我遭受了很多欺凌。从高二到高三，我是全班的主要目标。不仅是笑话，取外号和嘲笑，还遇到很多暴力。
我记得七年级的时候，有一次两个年长的男生和一个女生觉得把我锁在学校后面一个废弃的浴室里是个好主意。我以前在下午上课，那所学校晚上没有上课，所以，如果我被锁在里面，就会被锁到第二天早上。不，我无法打破门，解放自己，几个星期前我刚刚摔断了左臂。天色已晚，太阳已经落山，他们开始把我带到学校后面，一边嘲笑一边诅咒我。所以，我努力摆脱了困境，3VS1。拿我手臂上的石膏当武器，在黑暗中，有时我会不经意地想起这一天，石膏打在他们脸上的感觉，我刚粘上的骨头在颤抖的感觉，以及因为疼痛而感到的恶心。
总之，我意识到关于欺凌的一件事：通常情况下，那些实施欺凌的人不会受到伤害。所以我选择了一个目标，开始欺负他，诅咒，取外号，戏弄他，但是我从来没有伤害过他。我意识到这并不能让欺凌行为消失。我当时感觉很糟糕。我恨自己，所以我停了下来。所有这些只会让事情变得更糟。因为我两周的欺凌期，我失去了人们的同情。我曾经是一个受害者，突然间，就成了一个罪有应得的人。
对不起，我的写作水平很差，我还在自学英语。
Anthony Malikowski
What is the luckiest thing you've ever done?
I forgot to turn off the lights in my car and killed the battery.
It was a late Friday morning, I’d slept in after a late night out. I was an unemployed teacher, newly divorced, no health insurance, fighting against admitting that the pains in my legs were sciatica due to ruptured discs that needed surgery.
The plan was to get away for a few days, take my kayak up to Canada and go camping on a remote island. Think about life. Run a few rapids. Hike a little. Try to ignore the pain in my body, the emptiness in my soul.
I’d packed everything the afternoon before so I could just get up and get on the road, so I was very annoyed when I turned the key and didn’t even get a click from the starter. I tried the lights, nope. I tried the horn, it made a weak squawk then died. Totally dead battery.
Crap.
Grumbling to myself, I got the battery charger out of the box marked “garage” on the porch of my apartment and hooked it up to the dead battery in my car. With an hour to kill, I went inside to check e-mails and cruise the net.
There was the usual pile of low priority semi-spam in my inbox, including a notification from the NY state public school teaching job message board. I hadn’t seen anything useful on the site for over a month; it was past the main April/May hiring time and before the August panic. The body of the message didn’t show anything, but on a whim I clicked on it to check out the full listings.
Near the bottom of the list there was an ad for an opening for a Physics(Chemistry/Biology) teacher, 5+ years experience preferred, deadline for applications this coming Monday at 8 AM. Somehow I’d missed hearing about this opening; it had been on the board for almost a month. I checked out the location… rural school, about a half hour away from Albany, in the foothills of the Green/Berkshire/Taconic mountains. My kind of place. I checked out the travel time… about two hours away.
If I could get cleaned up, get my professional things together and get my car to start in less than an hour then I could just about make it there before everyone left for the weekend. If nothing else, I could take a look at the place and I could make sure that my application was on the top of the pile in the principal’s inbox for the Monday morning deadline.
My car didn’t start until after a full hour on the charger, so I got to the school just as all of the kids were stampeding out the door and onto the buses. The first person I talked to out in front of the school just happened to be the principal. He noticed the kayak up on top of my car, and since he is an outdoors-person we hit it off immediately. What followed was the best non-interview interview of my life; I was the man with all of the right answers.
“We’re replacing a third of the staff next year, we could use someone with experience.”
“I’ve been teaching eleven years.”
“This is a rural school. It’s not like teaching in the suburbs.”
“Yeah, the school I taught at was in the middle of the Adirondack Mountains… much smaller than this place actually.”
“The listing says Physics, but the person we hire will need to cover another science. We’re not sure which one right now, either Chem or Bio.”
“Not a problem. I’m certified in all three of those. And Earth Science. And General Science too. And I’ve taught them all. Several times in fact.”
It went like that for the entire hour that I was there, and after it was done I drove away with a very good job in my pocket, the day before it was going to go away. After ten years in this job I still think I am one of the luckiest teachers in New York State. I have a great administration (both are former science teachers), a very supportive community, easy students to work with, excellent co-workers, a great workspace, lots of materials and supplies, and the freedom to innovate. Every morning I wake up to fresh air and a view of the mountains. My commute to work is 5 minutes by car, 8 minutes by bike, and 10 minutes by hiking through the woods. I do not need to lock my house when I leave, or lock my car or my bike on the end of the commute. I live close enough to a city that I can get a dose of culture or find things that I need when I want them, but far enough away that I don’t have to deal with the drawbacks of urban or suburban life.
Ten years later I still think that I’ve found my perfect job.
And if my car had started that morning, I’d never have found it.
你做过的最幸运的事是什么？
我忘了关灯，电池没电了。
那是一个星期五早上晚些时候，我在那天的前天晚上出去玩到很晚，睡过头了。我是一名失业的教师，刚离婚，没有医疗保险，拒绝承认腿上的疼痛是由于椎间盘破裂引起的坐骨神经痛，需要手术才能治好。
我的计划是离开几天，乘坐皮划艇去加拿大，在一个偏远的岛屿上露营。想想生活、冲几个急流、徒步旅行。试着忽略我身体上的痛苦，灵魂上的空虚。
我在前一天下午把所有东西都收拾好了，这样我就可以起床上路了，所以当我转动钥匙时，我非常恼火，甚至没有听到起动机的咔嗒声。我尝试开灯，没有亮。我试了试喇叭，它发出微弱的嘎嘎声，然后就没了，电池完全没电。
崩溃。
我喃喃自语，从公寓门廊上标有“车库”的盒子里拿出电池充电器，并将其连接到车里没电的电池上，需要一个小时的时间，我进去查看电子邮件，浏览网络。
我的收件箱里通常有一堆低优先级的半垃圾邮件，包括纽约州立公立学校教学工作留言板的通知。我已经一个多月没有在网站上看到任何有用的东西了；当时已经过了4月和5月的主要招聘时间，也早于8月的恐慌。消息的正文没有显示任何内容，但我一时兴起点击了它，查看了完整的列表。
在名单的底部，有一则招聘物理（化学/生物）教师的广告，最好有5年以上的工作经验，申请截止日期是本周一上午8点。不知怎么的，我错过了这个招聘的消息；它已经在黑板上出现了将近一个月。我查了一下地点……一所乡村学校，距离奥尔巴尼大约半小时车程，位于格林/伯克夏/塔科尼克山脉的山麓。我喜欢的地方。我查了一下行程时间，大约两小时车程。
如果我能在不到一个小时的时间内把自己收拾干净，收拾好我的专业用品，让我的车启动，那么我就可以在所有人周末离开之前赶到那里了。如果没有别的事，我可以看看这个地方，确保我的申请在周一早上截止日期之前放在校长收件箱里的最上面。
我的车在充电整整一个小时后才启动，所以我到了学校，当时所有的孩子都在匆忙出门上公交车。在学校门口跟我说话的第一个人恰好是校长。他注意到了我车顶上的皮艇，因为他是一个喜欢户外活动的人，我们很快就一拍即合。接下来是我人生中最好的一次非面试的面试;我是那个拥有所有正确答案的人。
“明年我们要换掉三分之一的员工，我们需要有经验的人。”
“我教了11年书。”
“这是一所乡村学校。不像在郊区教书。”
“是的，我教的学校位于阿迪朗达克山脉的中部，实际上比这个地方小得多。”
“名单上写着物理学，但我们雇佣的人需要涵盖另一门科学。我们现在不确定是化学还是生物。”
“没问题。我在这三方面都获得了认证。还有地球科学。还有普通科学。我都教过。事实上，我教过好几次了。”
我在那里的整整一个小时都是这样，事情结束后，我开车离开了，口袋里装着一份很好的工作，那天就是招聘前的最后一天。在这份工作十年后，我仍然认为自己是纽约州最幸运的老师之一。我有一个很好的管理团队（两人都是前科学教师），一个非常支持我的社区，很容易与学生共事，有优秀的同事，有一个很棒的工作空间，有很多材料和用品，还有创新的自由。每天早晨，我在新鲜空气和群山的景色中醒来。我上班的通勤时间是开车5分钟，骑自行车8分钟，在树林里徒步10分钟。我离开时不需要锁房子，也不需要在通勤结束时锁汽车或自行车。我住在离城市很近的地方，这样我就可以接触到文化，或者在我想要的时候找到我需要的东西，但又足够远，我不必面对城市或郊区生活的缺点。
十年后，我仍然认为我找到了一份完美的工作。
如果那天早上我的车启动了，我就永远找不到它了。
What is the luckiest thing you've ever done?
I forgot to turn off the lights in my car and killed the battery.
It was a late Friday morning, I’d slept in after a late night out. I was an unemployed teacher, newly divorced, no health insurance, fighting against admitting that the pains in my legs were sciatica due to ruptured discs that needed surgery.
The plan was to get away for a few days, take my kayak up to Canada and go camping on a remote island. Think about life. Run a few rapids. Hike a little. Try to ignore the pain in my body, the emptiness in my soul.
I’d packed everything the afternoon before so I could just get up and get on the road, so I was very annoyed when I turned the key and didn’t even get a click from the starter. I tried the lights, nope. I tried the horn, it made a weak squawk then died. Totally dead battery.
Crap.
Grumbling to myself, I got the battery charger out of the box marked “garage” on the porch of my apartment and hooked it up to the dead battery in my car. With an hour to kill, I went inside to check e-mails and cruise the net.
There was the usual pile of low priority semi-spam in my inbox, including a notification from the NY state public school teaching job message board. I hadn’t seen anything useful on the site for over a month; it was past the main April/May hiring time and before the August panic. The body of the message didn’t show anything, but on a whim I clicked on it to check out the full listings.
Near the bottom of the list there was an ad for an opening for a Physics(Chemistry/Biology) teacher, 5+ years experience preferred, deadline for applications this coming Monday at 8 AM. Somehow I’d missed hearing about this opening; it had been on the board for almost a month. I checked out the location… rural school, about a half hour away from Albany, in the foothills of the Green/Berkshire/Taconic mountains. My kind of place. I checked out the travel time… about two hours away.
If I could get cleaned up, get my professional things together and get my car to start in less than an hour then I could just about make it there before everyone left for the weekend. If nothing else, I could take a look at the place and I could make sure that my application was on the top of the pile in the principal’s inbox for the Monday morning deadline.
My car didn’t start until after a full hour on the charger, so I got to the school just as all of the kids were stampeding out the door and onto the buses. The first person I talked to out in front of the school just happened to be the principal. He noticed the kayak up on top of my car, and since he is an outdoors-person we hit it off immediately. What followed was the best non-interview interview of my life; I was the man with all of the right answers.
“We’re replacing a third of the staff next year, we could use someone with experience.”
“I’ve been teaching eleven years.”
“This is a rural school. It’s not like teaching in the suburbs.”
“Yeah, the school I taught at was in the middle of the Adirondack Mountains… much smaller than this place actually.”
“The listing says Physics, but the person we hire will need to cover another science. We’re not sure which one right now, either Chem or Bio.”
“Not a problem. I’m certified in all three of those. And Earth Science. And General Science too. And I’ve taught them all. Several times in fact.”
It went like that for the entire hour that I was there, and after it was done I drove away with a very good job in my pocket, the day before it was going to go away. After ten years in this job I still think I am one of the luckiest teachers in New York State. I have a great administration (both are former science teachers), a very supportive community, easy students to work with, excellent co-workers, a great workspace, lots of materials and supplies, and the freedom to innovate. Every morning I wake up to fresh air and a view of the mountains. My commute to work is 5 minutes by car, 8 minutes by bike, and 10 minutes by hiking through the woods. I do not need to lock my house when I leave, or lock my car or my bike on the end of the commute. I live close enough to a city that I can get a dose of culture or find things that I need when I want them, but far enough away that I don’t have to deal with the drawbacks of urban or suburban life.
Ten years later I still think that I’ve found my perfect job.
And if my car had started that morning, I’d never have found it.
你做过的最幸运的事是什么？
我忘了关灯，电池没电了。
那是一个星期五早上晚些时候，我在那天的前天晚上出去玩到很晚，睡过头了。我是一名失业的教师，刚离婚，没有医疗保险，拒绝承认腿上的疼痛是由于椎间盘破裂引起的坐骨神经痛，需要手术才能治好。
我的计划是离开几天，乘坐皮划艇去加拿大，在一个偏远的岛屿上露营。想想生活、冲几个急流、徒步旅行。试着忽略我身体上的痛苦，灵魂上的空虚。
我在前一天下午把所有东西都收拾好了，这样我就可以起床上路了，所以当我转动钥匙时，我非常恼火，甚至没有听到起动机的咔嗒声。我尝试开灯，没有亮。我试了试喇叭，它发出微弱的嘎嘎声，然后就没了，电池完全没电。
崩溃。
我喃喃自语，从公寓门廊上标有“车库”的盒子里拿出电池充电器，并将其连接到车里没电的电池上，需要一个小时的时间，我进去查看电子邮件，浏览网络。
我的收件箱里通常有一堆低优先级的半垃圾邮件，包括纽约州立公立学校教学工作留言板的通知。我已经一个多月没有在网站上看到任何有用的东西了；当时已经过了4月和5月的主要招聘时间，也早于8月的恐慌。消息的正文没有显示任何内容，但我一时兴起点击了它，查看了完整的列表。
在名单的底部，有一则招聘物理（化学/生物）教师的广告，最好有5年以上的工作经验，申请截止日期是本周一上午8点。不知怎么的，我错过了这个招聘的消息；它已经在黑板上出现了将近一个月。我查了一下地点……一所乡村学校，距离奥尔巴尼大约半小时车程，位于格林/伯克夏/塔科尼克山脉的山麓。我喜欢的地方。我查了一下行程时间，大约两小时车程。
如果我能在不到一个小时的时间内把自己收拾干净，收拾好我的专业用品，让我的车启动，那么我就可以在所有人周末离开之前赶到那里了。如果没有别的事，我可以看看这个地方，确保我的申请在周一早上截止日期之前放在校长收件箱里的最上面。
我的车在充电整整一个小时后才启动，所以我到了学校，当时所有的孩子都在匆忙出门上公交车。在学校门口跟我说话的第一个人恰好是校长。他注意到了我车顶上的皮艇，因为他是一个喜欢户外活动的人，我们很快就一拍即合。接下来是我人生中最好的一次非面试的面试;我是那个拥有所有正确答案的人。
“明年我们要换掉三分之一的员工，我们需要有经验的人。”
“我教了11年书。”
“这是一所乡村学校。不像在郊区教书。”
“是的，我教的学校位于阿迪朗达克山脉的中部，实际上比这个地方小得多。”
“名单上写着物理学，但我们雇佣的人需要涵盖另一门科学。我们现在不确定是化学还是生物。”
“没问题。我在这三方面都获得了认证。还有地球科学。还有普通科学。我都教过。事实上，我教过好几次了。”
我在那里的整整一个小时都是这样，事情结束后，我开车离开了，口袋里装着一份很好的工作，那天就是招聘前的最后一天。在这份工作十年后，我仍然认为自己是纽约州最幸运的老师之一。我有一个很好的管理团队（两人都是前科学教师），一个非常支持我的社区，很容易与学生共事，有优秀的同事，有一个很棒的工作空间，有很多材料和用品，还有创新的自由。每天早晨，我在新鲜空气和群山的景色中醒来。我上班的通勤时间是开车5分钟，骑自行车8分钟，在树林里徒步10分钟。我离开时不需要锁房子，也不需要在通勤结束时锁汽车或自行车。我住在离城市很近的地方，这样我就可以接触到文化，或者在我想要的时候找到我需要的东西，但又足够远，我不必面对城市或郊区生活的缺点。
十年后，我仍然认为我找到了一份完美的工作。
如果那天早上我的车启动了，我就永远找不到它了。
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