Alben Kelmendi, 27

At two the city belongs to bakers and street cleaners. I unlock the side door, switch the lights on one row at a time, and let the room warm up before I touch anything. The first thing I do is listen: the fridge humming, nothing else.译两点钟的城市属于面包师和清洁工。我打开侧门，一排一排地开灯，让屋子先暖起来，再动手。第一件事是听：冰箱在响，别的什么声音都没有。

Anton SkakunFranziska GruberAisha Rahmani

The dough tells you what it needs if you keep your hands still long enough. Tonight it wanted less water. I gave it ten minutes and it came back smooth under my palm. Nobody will ever know this loaf was argued over.译只要你的手肯停得够久，面团会告诉你它要什么。今晚它想要少一点水。我给了它十分钟，它就在我掌下变光滑了。没人会知道这只面包曾被反复争执过。

Sophie van de VeldeAnush HakobyanNaledi MorakeJoana ManuelBojan Petrovic

Home at seven, along the Lana. The cats know the hour better than I do; three of them are already on the low wall by the second bridge. I carry scraps in a paper bag. The grey one with the torn ear eats first, as always.译早上七点回家，沿着拉纳河。猫比我更清楚时间，第二座桥边的矮墙上已经蹲了三只。边角料装在纸袋里。那只耳朵有缺口的小灰猫照旧先吃。

Alban Mousavi林雪梨Kim MinjunLukas GruberJoana Manuel

Before sleep I take tea up to the roof and watch the building across the street wake. Someone waters plants in a dressing gown. A man leaves at half past eight with a briefcase. I know all of them and none of them.译睡前我端着茶上天台，看对面那栋楼慢慢醒过来。有人穿着睡衣浇花，有人八点半提着公文包出门。我认得他们每一个人，却谁也不认识。

Nusrat JahanFarid KarimiFranziska GruberMarkus Weber

The pale blue denim jacket lives on the hook by the door from October to April. It smells of flour no matter how often I wash it. Walking in at half past one, I keep my hands in the pockets and take the long way.译那件淡蓝色牛仔外从十月一直挂到四月，就在门边的钩子上。不管洗多少次，它都带着面粉味。一点半去上班，我把手插在口袋里，故意绕远路。

Desislava PetkovaAnush HakobyanMariana CostaMarkus Weber

On Sundays I put on the pale grey-blue linen shirt and do nothing that involves flour. I sit at the café by the river until the light goes. The shirt creases if I lean back. I lean back anyway.译星期天我穿上那件浅灰蓝亚麻衬，一整天不碰和面粉有关的事。我坐在河边的咖啡馆，一直坐到光散掉。这衣服一往后靠就会起皱。我还是靠了。

Elias TorresNaledi MorakeMariana Costa

August got into the dough last night. The kitchen was thirty-four degrees at four in the morning and the loaves rose twice as fast as I had planned. I baked them anyway; they came out flat and a little sour. I ate one standing up.译八月的热气钻进了面团里。凌晨四点厨房三十四度，面包发得比我打算的快了一倍。我还是把它们烤了：扁扁的，带一点酸。我站在案台边吃了一个。

Anton SkakunAnush HakobyanMbark Ould AhmedMehmet Ali YurtMariana Costa

My wrists ache by Thursday. I have learned to rub them with warm oil before sleep and to keep the window open at night. The doctor said it is nothing yet. I would like nothing to stay that way a few more years.译到了星期四，手腕就开始疼。我学会了睡前用温油揉一揉，夜里开着窗睡。医生说还谈不上是什么病。我希望这个“还谈不上”能再撑几年。

Elias TorresEnkh BatbayarMbark Ould AhmedMehmet Ali Yurt