Camille Laurent, 31

Five forty. The street still belongs to the bakers and the street cleaner. I unlock, switch on the grinder, and the first smell of the day fills the room before anyone arrives to ask for anything. I like this half hour best: the chairs still stacked, the light honest, nothing to perform.译五点四十。街上还只属于面包师和清扫车。我开门、打开磨豆机，一天里第一股香气先填满空房间，还没有人开口要点什么。这半小时我最喜欢：椅子还倒扣在桌上，光线诚实，不必表演任何事。

Nusrat JahanDesislava PetkovaAisha Rahmani

There is a woman who comes on Tuesdays, orders a filter from the same origin, and reads twenty pages of the same book. She has been at page eighty since March. I never ask. Some people need the book to be a place they return to, not a thing they finish.译有位女士每周二来，点同一产区的滤泡，读同一本书的二十页。从三月起她一直停在第八十页。我从不问。有些人需要书是一个可以回去的地方，而不是一件必须读完的事。

Farid KarimiMaria Fernanda QuispeJoana ManuelBojan Petrovic

When the delivery is late I take line 8 at six and stand rather than sit. Shoulder to shoulder with a cellist and a man asleep on his feet. Paris does this to you — a hundred solitudes in one carriage, all of them polite. I get off two stops early, just to walk.译送货晚了，我就六点去坐八号线，宁可站着也不坐。肩挨着一个大提琴手，和一个站着睡着的男人。巴黎就是这样：一节车厢里一百种孤独，全都彬彬有礼。我提前两站下车，只是为了走一走。

Anush HakobyanJoana ManuelJordi Casals

On Thursdays we push two tables together and someone brings records. Last week it was an old chanson LP with a scratch on the second track, and nobody minded; we simply started the side again. Music in a small room is not a performance. It is a way of agreeing to stay longer.译周四我们把两张桌子拼起来，有人带唱片来。上周是一张老香颂黑胶，第二首有划痕，谁也没在意，我们只是把那一面重放了一遍。小房间里的音乐不是演出，是一种大家都同意多待一会儿的方式。

陈远航Nusrat JahanAnton SkakunSophie van de Velde

Thursday morning I wore the dark grey suit to see the bank about the back room. I had a folder, a plan, and hands that would not stay still. They said yes, with conditions. On the way back I bought peaches and felt absurdly light.译周四上午，我穿深灰西装去银行谈后面那间屋子。带了文件夹、一份计划，还有一双停不下来的手。他们说可以，附带条件。回来的路上我买了几个桃子，轻得有点荒唐。

林雪梨Paloi SrisukAnush HakobyanEmma Carter

Rain since eight. Three customers all morning, so I wiped the shelves, rewrote the chalkboard, and let the kettle come to temperature twice for nothing. An empty room is not a failure. It is the afternoon doing its own work, quietly, while I keep the door unlocked.译从八点起就下雨。整个上午三位客人，于是我擦了货架、重写了黑板，还烧了两遍没人要的水。空房间不算失败，它只是一个下午在自己安静地做事，而我留着门没锁。

Maria Fernanda QuispeAisha RahmaniMehmet Ali Yurt

Saturday off: pale blue shirt, no apron, a market at the edge of the city. I dug through three crates of records and came home with one — a cracked cover, decent vinyl. I will not play it in the café. Some things are only for the apartment, for the hour before sleep.译周六休息：浅蓝衬衫，不系围裙，去城郊的市集。翻了三个唱片箱，只带回一张——封套裂了，片子还行。这张我不会在店里放。有些东西只留给公寓，留给睡前那一个小时。

Desislava PetkovaPaloi SrisukPriya NairJordi CasalsLazar Stankovic