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他在那裡坐了兩個小時，看著太陽從地平線上落下。他的眼鏡反射出落日的餘暉。他盯著看，沒有眨眼睛，但很明顯，他的眼睛在別處，他的思想在別處。他把大拇指緊緊地按在一起。他從下午4點就在那兒了。在這些空蕩蕩的星期天裡，我偶爾不分晝夜地盯著窗外看。教堂的鐘響了，四個小時以來，他的拇指第一次互相鬆開了。他的坐姿、眼神、手勢、眼鏡和皮夾克，我似乎都很熟悉，但我似乎不太習慣承認這種熟悉。太陽已經落山，黃昏已經降臨。天空中烏云密布。從這個角度看，只能看到他在街燈下的一個剪影。他仍然坐在那裡。他從包裡拿出一支筆和一張紙。它就在他旁邊的長椅上。直到現在他才碰過它。隨著時間的推移，我的好奇心越來越強，我感到一種強烈的熟悉感，好像我認識他，但又好像我不想捕捉這種感覺。
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我想走到街上去散散步，以便弄清這個神秘人的存在。過路的人都不大注意他，彷彿他只是一個在星期天下午悠閒地享受著下午時光的人，彷彿坐在那條長凳上的那個人，在全鎮只有我一個人感到煩惱。我越看他，就越覺得不可思議。他在那張紙上猛地寫下什麼東西。甚至他的寫作風格，他把筆夾在手指間的方式，他俯身在紙上的方式……所有這些都用錘子砸到了我的頭。風開始刮起來。起初速度很慢，但現在這個地方開始崛起了。也許會有暴風雨。雲在微微咆哮。淋浴開始……起初燈光很亮，但後來變得很重，斜斜地傾瀉在街燈上。他仍然坐在那裡，在雨中，雨落在他身上時，他並不在意。突然，路燈隨著一聲巨響熄滅了，所有的東西都變黑了。閃光燈一閃，我看見他在看我的窗戶……在我……在那閃爍的閃電中。
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He sat there two hours, staring at the river as the sun set across the horizon. His glasses reflected the setting sun. He stared, without blinking, but it was evident that his eyes were somewhere and his thoughts somewhere else. He pressed his thumbs tight against each other.He has been there since 4 PM. I occasionally stare out of my window day and night on these empty Sundays. The church bell rang and his thumbs seemed to loosen a bit against each other for the first time in these four hours. His way of sitting, staring, gestures of hand, glasses and his leather jacket appeared much known to me, but it seemed that I was not myself quite comfortable with the acknowledgement of this familiarity. The sun has set and dusk has fallen. Some heavy dark clouds have taken the sky over. Only a silhouette of his face against the streetlight was visible from this angle. He still sat there. He took out a pen and a piece of paper from his bag. It has there beside him on the bench. He has not touched it until now.As more minutes passed, my curiosity increased, I felt a strong sense of familiarity as if I know him but again as if I don’t want to capture this sensation.
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I thought of going down into the street and take a walk in order to decipher the presence of this mysterious man.The passers-by did not look much at him as if it was just someone enjoying a relaxed afternoon on a Sunday and as if the figure sitting on that bench bothered only me in this entire town. The more I looked at him, the more uncanny it felt. He jolted down something on that paper.Even his style of writing, the way he held the pen in between his fingers, the way he leaned down across the piece of paper…all of it struck my head with a hammer. The wind started blowing. It was slow at first but now the place has begun to rise. Perhaps there would be a storm. The clouds are mildly roaring. The showers began… Light at first but then went heavy, pouring down in a slanting way against the streetlights.He still sat there, in the rain, not bothered by the rain as it fell over him. Suddenly, the streetlights went off with a huge thunder, and everything went dark. There was flash and I saw him looking at my window…at me…in that flickering thunder-flash.