Anush Hakobyan, 44

The light reaches the third window at nine and lands on the loom. I don't switch on the lamp until it leaves. In that hour the wool shows me where the dye went uneven, and those are the knots I pull first. My grandfather worked by this same window. The table has never moved.译九点，光才爬到第三扇窗，正落在织架上。灯要等它挪走以后才开。那一个钟头里，毛线会自己告诉我哪一段染得不匀，我先拆的就是那些结。祖父当年也在这扇窗下做活，桌子一直没挪过。

林雪梨Lukas GruberLazar Stankovic

After I lock the workshop I make coffee in the yard, thick, no sugar, and the neighbours come down one by one without being asked. We talk until the light goes. The argument about whose turn it is to bring sugar is left, by agreement, for tomorrow.译锁上作坊的门，我就在院子里煮咖啡，浓，不放糖。邻居一个接一个下来，不用谁去叫。我们聊到光没了为止。至于明天该轮到谁带糖，大家心照不宣地留给明天再吵。

Alban MousaviElias TorresEnkh BatbayarAisha RahmaniJordi Casals

I spent the whole day undoing a repair someone made in 1974. Good intention, wrong thread; it has been pulling the field out of shape for fifty years. Taking out is slower than putting in. You have to keep the old knot alive until the very last moment.译一整天，我在拆一段一九七四年有人补过的地方。心是好的，线用错了，五十年来一直在把地子往歪里拽。拆比织慢。你得让那个旧结一直活着，活到最后一刻才松手。

Anton SkakunFarid KarimiMbark Ould AhmedAlben KelmendiEmma Carter

By four in the afternoon my eyes are finished, not my hands. I stop, wash the lanolin off, and stand in the doorway for ten minutes doing nothing at all. People think slowness is a temperament. Half of it is just a schedule I can keep.译下午四点，先撑不住的是眼睛，不是手。我停下来，洗掉羊毛脂，在门口站十分钟，什么也不做。人家以为慢是一种性子。其实一半只是我排得下来、也守得住的一张时间表。

Farid KarimiEmma CarterIsabella Moretti

I went up to the wool market and came back with too much of one red. The vendor saves me the odd skeins nobody else wants. Rain started on the way home; I stood under a stranger's balcony with the paper parcel inside my jacket, like something alive.译去了一趟毛线市场，回来时同一种红买多了。摊主总把没人要的零头留给我。回家路上下起雨，我躲在一个陌生人的阳台底下，纸包塞在外套里，像揣着个活物。

Camille Laurent林雪梨Elias TorresKim Minjun

A woman brought her grandmother's carpet, carried out of Van a century ago, and asked me to make it look new. I said no. I will clean it, secure the edges, and leave the worn places exactly where they are. She cried a little, then agreed. The wear is the record.译有位客人抱来她祖母的地毯，一百年前从凡城带出来的。她要我把它修得像新的一样。我说不行。我会清洗、加固边子，磨破的地方原样留着。她掉了几滴眼泪，然后点头。磨痕才是记录。

Luc BelangerNaledi MorakeJoana ManuelBojan Petrovic

My notebook records what each carpet needed: knots replaced, warps spliced, days spent. Numbers calm me. Today's entry says fourteen knots, four splices, and one hour of only looking. Some pages end with a line like 'nothing done, thought about the border'.译本子上记着每张地毯要过什么：换了多少结，接了几根经线，花了几天。数字让我安心。今天写的是十四个结、四根经线、一个钟头只是看着。有些页末尾会写一句「没干活，想了一遍边饰」。

Paloi SrisukAisha RahmaniLazar Stankovic