Joana Manuel, 36

Five in the morning at the fish dock, the light still grey. I walk the row twice before I buy anything. The men know me now and lift the lid of the crate without being asked. Sea smell stays on my wrists all day, and I don't mind it.译清晨五点的码头，天还是灰的。我沿着鱼摊来回走两趟才肯掏钱。摊主们如今认得我，不用开口就把箱盖掀开。海腥味在手腕上留一整天，我不介意。

江南雨Anush HakobyanAlben KelmendiIsabella MorettiJordi Casals

The six tables fill in eleven minutes. After that I stop counting. The stove is loud, the plates are hot, and someone at table four is laughing at something I did not hear. I only remember to drink water when the last fork is down.译六张桌子在十一分钟里坐满。那之后我就不数了。灶火很吵，盘子很烫，四号桌有人笑，笑什么我没听见。直到最后一副叉子放下，我才想起自己没喝过水。

Aisha RahmaniMarkus WeberSato Sakura

Rain came in from the sea at three and the street turned to red mud. I stood under the awning in the yellow jacket I bought from a market woman who swore it would last. It has. The customers waited inside, patient, and I carried them fish.译三点钟雨从海上过来，街上成了红泥。我穿着那件黄雨衣站在棚下，是市场上一个女人卖给我的，她发誓说能穿很多年。确实穿了很久。客人都在里面等着，很有耐心，我把鱼端过去。

陈远航Mbark Ould AhmedBojan PetrovicMehmet Ali YurtEmma Carter

Funge is not difficult. It is only uninterruptible. I stir with the wooden paddle until my shoulder complains, and the paste comes away from the pot clean. My mother said you can hear when it is ready. I never believed her until I did.译木薯糊不难做，只是不能停手。我用木桨一直搅，搅到肩膀开始抱怨，糊就干净地离开了锅底。母亲说，熟了是听得出来的。我以前不信，现在信了。

江南雨Farid KarimiDiego FerrerBojan Petrovic

Senhor Adriano comes on Tuesdays and Fridays, always the table by the door, always the fish with the least sauce. He never asks for anything. Last week he left me a jar of his sister's pepper paste and said nothing about it. I use it sparingly.译阿德里亚诺先生周二和周五来，永远坐靠门那张桌，永远点酱汁最少的那条鱼。他从不提要求。上周他留下一罐他姐姐做的辣椒酱，一个字也没解释。我用得很省。

Nusrat JahanFranziska GruberJordi CasalsLazar Stankovic

At night I sit with the notebook, the calculator and the receipts in a shoebox. The numbers are small and stubborn. Two tables did not come back for the rice; that is a column I can see from the kitchen. I close the book when my handwriting goes crooked.译夜里我坐下，一本笔记、一个计算器，收据装在一只鞋盒里。数字又小又倔。有两桌没再回来吃米饭，这一栏我在厨房里就看得见。等字写歪了，我就合上本子。

Franziska GruberMbark Ould AhmedBojan Petrovic

A boy of nineteen came to the door on Monday and asked if he could watch. He stood by the sink for four hours without being told twice. On Thursday I let him stir the funge. He was too careful. I told him the fire does not care about your nerves.译周一有个十九岁的男孩站在门口，问能不能看着学。他在水池边站了四个小时，不用我说第二遍。周四我让他搅木薯糊，他小心得过了头。我告诉他，火不在乎你紧不紧张。

Farid Karimi林雪梨Franziska GruberMatilda HargraveMbark Ould Ahmed

Sunday I don't open. I wear the pale knit and walk up to the market with no list, buy whatever looks like it was picked that morning, and let a stranger talk me into a bunch of herbs I do not need. By noon I am home doing nothing, badly.译周日不开门。我穿那件米白的针织衫，不列单子就上市场，看哪样像是当天早上摘的就买哪样，还让一个陌生人说动，拎回一把根本用不上的香草。中午到家，什么也不做，做得还挺差。

Camille LaurentFranziska GruberMatilda HargraveIsabella Moretti