Isabella Moretti, 34

I cross the Arno a little before seven, when the bridge still belongs to delivery carts and pigeons. The light comes off the water and lands on the gold, on the shutters, on my sleeves. I have walked this way for eleven years and still slow down in the middle, where the river is widest.译不到七点我就过阿诺河，那时桥上还只属于送货的小车和几只鸽子。光从水面折上来，落在金饰上、落在百叶窗上、落在我的袖口。这条路我走了十一年，还是会走到河面最宽的那一段放慢脚步。

江南雨Nusrat JahanPaloi SrisukKim Minjun

The pale green dress is finished. I cut it two winters ago from a bolt I bought in Prato, and it waited in the drawer until the weather agreed with it. Linen creases when you sit, and I have decided that is not a flaw. A client wears it on Thursday.译浅绿连衣裙做完了。料子是两个冬天前在普拉托买的一卷亚麻，一直在抽屉里等到天气和它讲和。亚麻坐久了会起褶，我认定那不是毛病。周四有位客人要穿它。

Farid KarimiDesislava PetkovaAnush HakobyanLuc BelangerSato Sakura

A woman brought in her father's briefcase, the handle worn to a shine by forty years of one hand. I will not replace that leather; I will only re-stitch the seam and feed it. Some things should keep their marks. She cried a little at the counter, then apologised.译一位女士拿来她父亲的公文包，提手被同一只手磨了四十年，磨得发亮。我不打算换掉那块皮，只重缝开线的部位，再上一道油。有些东西该留着痕迹。她在柜台前哭了一下，然后道歉。

陈远航Anton SkakunElias TorresFranziska GruberKim Minjun

On rehearsal nights I dress for the cold of the theatre, not the cold of the street: a thin knit under my father's grey blazer, sleeves pushed up. Someone always asks whether I am going back to the workshop afterwards. I usually am.译有演出的晚上，我按剧院的冷来穿衣服，不按街道的冷：薄针织衫外面套父亲的灰西装，袖子推到小臂。总有人问散场后是不是还回工坊。通常是回的。

江南雨Farid KarimiDesislava PetkovaPaloi SrisukJoana Manuel

People ask what designing leather is like and I show them my hands. Two fingertips sanded smooth, a burn from the iron on the left thumb. The smell of hide stays in the car for days. It is not a romantic job; it is a patient one.译有人问做皮具是什么感觉，我就把手伸给他们看。两个指腹磨得光滑，左手拇指上有熨斗留下的疤。皮料的气味会在车里留好几天。这活不浪漫，只是需要耐心。

Joana ManuelBojan PetrovicMarkus Weber

Saturday I buy nothing and look at everything: old brass buckles, a stack of misprinted silk, a box of buckles from a closed shop. Then a coffee standing up, one euro, three sips. By noon the tourists own the centre and I go home with dust on my shoes.译周六我什么都不买，只看：旧黄铜扣，一叠印坏的丝料，从一家关掉的铺子里流出来的一盒带扣。然后站着喝一杯咖啡，一欧元，三口。中午游客就占了老城，我带着鞋上的灰回家。

Priya NairMbark Ould AhmedLuc Belanger

Rain all evening. I walked home under the grey coat with the collar up and stopped at the corner where the street narrows, listening to water leaving the roofs. Upstairs: a cold supper, an opera recording, one hem to finish by lamplight. Nobody waiting, nobody missed.译下了一晚上雨。我竖起灰大衣的领子走回家，在街面变窄的那个转角停了一会儿，听水从屋顶下来。楼上是一份冷掉的晚饭、一张歌剧唱片、一段要在灯下缝完的边。没有人等，也没有人缺。

江南雨Farid KarimiMaria Fernanda QuispeMatilda HargraveEnkh Batbayar