Franziska Gruber, 27

At three in the morning the bakery is the quietest room in Graz. The dough has been proofing since eleven; it gives under my palm without argument. I shape eight loaves, score them, and listen to the oven tick as it heats. Nobody needs anything from me until dawn.译凌晨三点，面包房是格拉茨最安静的房间。面团从十一点开始发，掌心按下去，它顺从地回弹。我整形八只面包，划口，听烤箱升温时的轻响。天亮之前，谁也不需要我。

Anush HakobyanKim MinjunLuc BelangerIsabella MorettiJordi Casals

At six I load the last rye into crates and wheel them to the market stall. The vegetable woman is already there, arranging apples in the cold. We trade bread for whatever she can't sell by Sunday. My shift ends when the first tram rattles past; I walk home while the city wakes up.译六点，我把最后一炉黑麦装进木箱，推到早市摊上。卖菜的妇人已经到了，在寒气里摆苹果。我们用面包换她周日之前卖不完的东西。第一班电车哐当驶过时我下班，整座城市醒来的时候，我走回家。

Anton SkakunDesislava PetkovaMaria Fernanda QuispeMatilda Hargrave

The Mur in the afternoon is a different river from the one I imagine at night. I walk it at four, sunglasses on, dodging bicycles. This is the only regular thing about me. People ask how I survive these hours; I tell them about the walk, and they don't believe it's enough.译下午的穆尔河，和我夜里想象的不是同一条。四点我沿着它走，戴着墨镜，躲自行车。我身上唯一规律的事就是这个。有人问我怎么熬得住这种作息，我说散步，他们不信这就够了。

陈远航江南雨Farid KarimiMbark Ould AhmedAisha Rahmani

The faded blue check shirt is what I wear when I want to feel like a person rather than a baker. I put it on to go to the library, where I read newspapers three days old and fall asleep in the warm reading room. Nobody wakes me.译那件褪色的蓝格纹衬衫，是我需要觉得自己像个普通人、而不是面包师的时候穿的。我穿它去图书馆，读三天前的报纸，在暖和的阅览室里睡着。没人叫醒我。

江南雨Nusrat JahanDiego Ferrer

On the balcony I drink coffee at nine in the evening, because that is my morning. The neighbours are putting children to bed; someone is frying onions. My geraniums don't care what hour it is. I watch the windows go dark one by one, then go to work.译晚上九点，我在阳台喝咖啡，因为那是我的早晨。邻居们在哄孩子睡觉，有人在煎洋葱。我的天竺葵不在乎几点。我看着一扇扇窗暗下去，然后去上班。

Aisha RahmaniMariana CostaEmma Carter

Someone left an orange checkered shirt in the bakery's changing corner years ago and it became mine. There is flour in the seams that will not come out. In summer I wear it on the balcony, sleeves rolled, my arms marked by oven doors.译几年前有人把一件橙色格纹短袖落在面包房的更衣角，它就成了我的。缝线里的面粉怎么洗也洗不干净。夏天我在阳台穿它，袖子卷起来，手臂上是烤箱门留下的印子。

Maria Fernanda QuispeMbark Ould AhmedAlben KelmendiMarkus WeberSato Sakura

I can weigh five hundred grams of dough to within a few grams without thinking. My hands are the most educated part of me. But ask me what day it is and I need a moment. Flour on the keyboard, flour on the phone, flour in the notebook.译我能不看秤就抓出五百克面团，误差不过几克。我身上最被训练过的是这双手。可你要问我今天星期几，我得愣一下。面粉落在键盘上、手机上，落在记事本里。

Matilda HargraveMaksim SkakunMariana CostaIsabella MorettiJordi Casals

Sleeping while the city is loud is a skill. Heavy curtains, wax earplugs, and a rule about not answering messages before noon. When I wake, the day is half spent, which used to bother me and no longer does. I have the whole night to be useful.译在全城最吵的时候睡着，是种本事。厚窗帘、蜡丸耳塞，还有一条中午之前不回消息的规矩。醒来时白天已经过半，从前我在意，现在不在意了。我有一整夜可以用来有用。

Yassine BelkacemPriya NairEmma CarterJordi Casals