Mariana Costa, 22

I reach the sand at twenty past five, before the light has decided anything. Arpoador is empty except for two men mending a net. The water is flat and grey and cold on the ankles. I sit with my board for ten minutes and do nothing at all. That part is also the job.译五点二十我就到了沙滩上，天光还没定下来。Arpoador 空着，只有两个男人在补网。海面平、发灰，脚踝一沾就凉。我抱着板坐十分钟，什么也不做。这也是工作的一部分。

Camille LaurentYassine BelkacemFranziska GruberLuc Belanger

My afternoon group is four beginners and one man who insists he already knows. The wind picks up at two like it always does, chopping the water into small argument. Nobody stands for the first hour. Then the quiet girl who barely speaks gets up and rides all the way in, and I forget the wind entirely.译下午那班是四个新手，加一个坚持说自己会的人。两点风照例起来，把海面切成一片碎嘴。第一个小时没人站得起来。然后那个几乎不说话的安静女孩站上去，一路冲到岸边，我完全忘了风。

陈远航Enkh BatbayarLazar Stankovic

The striped shirt is not mine. It came back from a trip with my brother and never left again. I wear it to the beach, to the market, to the bank queue. Someone once told me stripes make you look taller, which is not why I keep it. It smells of salt even after washing.译那件条纹衫不是我的。它跟着我哥旅行回来，就再没走过。我穿着它去海滩、去集市、去银行排队。有人说条纹显高，这不是我留着它的理由。洗过之后，它还是有一股盐味。

Nusrat JahanPaloi SrisukAlben KelmendiNaledi Morake

Riding the metro with a longboard is a negotiation. You hold it vertical, you apologise with your eyes, you take up three people's space and pretend you don't. Today a woman asked if it was a door. I said yes. We laughed until her stop, which came too soon.译带着长板坐地铁像一场谈判。你把它竖着抱，用眼神道歉，占掉三个人的位置还装作不知道。今天有位女士问我这是不是一扇门。我说是。我们一直笑到她下车，那站来得太早。

林雪梨Desislava PetkovaAnush HakobyanAisha RahmaniNaledi Morake

After the last lesson I buy coconut water from the same man at the corner. He opens the top in two strokes, no wasted motion. Three reais, or a story; I usually give him both. My hands are salted and still shaking a little. The water is cold enough to hurt.译最后一节课结束，我在街角同一个男人那里买椰子水。他两刀削开顶，没有一个多余动作。三块雷亚尔，或者一个故事，我通常两样都给。手上是盐，还在微微发抖。水凉得有点疼。

Matilda HargraveKim MinjunLukas GruberJoana ManuelMarkus Weber

A friend borrowed me for a photo project: white shirt, borrowed shoes, standing in places I never stand. A breakwater at noon. A stairwell. For an hour I was a person who works indoors. The pictures are good, and I don't recognise myself in them, and both of those feel like a compliment.译朋友借我去拍一组照片：白衬衫、借来的鞋，站在我从来不站的地方。正午的防波堤，一段楼梯间。有一个小时，我是个在室内工作的人。照片很好看，我在里面认不出自己，这两件事都像夸奖。

Elias TorresFranziska GruberMatilda HargraveLukas GruberSato Sakura

Rain all morning, so no lessons. I turn the boards over on the terrace and look at the dings, a whole summer of small damage. Sandpaper, resin, patience. The neighbour's dog watches me as if I am doing it wrong. By three the rain stops and the street smells of wet cement.译一早上都在下雨，没有课。我把板翻过来摆在露台上，看那些磕碰，一整个夏天的小伤。砂纸、树脂、耐心。邻居的狗盯着我，像在看一个做错事的人。三点雨停了，整条街都是湿水泥的味道。

Anton SkakunSophie van de VeldeElias TorresEnkh BatbayarNaledi Morake

The light blue shirt still hangs in my closet, ironed, saved for weddings and other people's interviews. I wore it once to an office in Centro. They offered me the job; I said no on the sidewalk outside. I keep it because it is a good shirt, and because it reminds me of a door I closed politely.译浅蓝衬衫还挂在衣柜里，熨好了，留给婚礼和别人的面试。我只穿过一次，去市中心一间办公室。他们给了我那份工作，我在外面的行人道上拒绝了。我留着它，因为它是件好衬衫，也因为它让我想起一扇我客气关上的门。

Anton Skakun林雪梨Paloi SrisukFranziska GruberMaksim Skakun