Paloi Srisuk, 28

I buy mangoes at five, when the market still smells of wet concrete. Nam Dok Mai, just soft at the stem. At home the sticky rice steams while I slice; by six the kitchen is a fog. People think the stall starts at night. It starts here, with my hands smelling of coconut.译五点去买芒果，市场还带着湿水泥的气味。挑那一篓熟到蒂头刚软的。回家把糯米上锅蒸，我一边切芒果，六点厨房里已经一层雾。别人以为我的摊子是晚上才开张，其实是从这里开始的——两手都是椰浆味。

林雪梨Luc BelangerJoana ManuelIsabella Moretti

The bank wanted papers I had no words for, so I borrowed my sister's grey vest and went. The clerk called me khun, very polite, twice. On the way home I changed back into a T-shirt behind the market. The vest still hangs there. It smells faintly of mango.译银行要的那几份材料，我连名字都说不利索，就借了姐姐的灰色马甲去。柜台的人一口一个“坤”，客气得说了两遍。回来的路上，我在市场后面换回T恤。那件马甲还挂在那儿，闻起来有点芒果味。

Camille LaurentMaria Fernanda QuispePriya NairMbark Ould AhmedLazar Stankovic

Rain came at nine and the whole street ran. I held the tarp over the ice chest and let the mango trays get wet. Twenty minutes later the sky quit, the road steamed, and the same people came back laughing, wanting sweets. Nobody remembers the rain part. I do.译九点下雨，整条街都在跑。我把防水布拉在冰桶上头，芒果盘就让它淋着。二十分钟后雨停了，路面冒起白汽，刚才跑掉的人又笑着回来，还是要甜点。谁都不记得下雨那一段。我记得。

陈远航Anton SkakunSophie van de VeldeMariana CostaLazar Stankovic

Home is twelve minutes if the lights are kind. I ride with the ice chest strapped behind me, empty now, rattling at every seam in the road. The night wind comes through my shirt and I am twenty-eight and tired and awake. This is the best part.译回家十二分钟，看红绿灯赏不赏脸。冰桶绑在后座，已经空了，过每一个路缝都哐一声。夜风钻进衬衫，我二十八岁，累，又清醒。这一段最好。

Farid Karimi林雪梨Joana Manuel

A boy of maybe nine counts coins into my palm every Friday. Never enough, always the same order. I pretend to take full price and let one coin fall back into his bag. He hasn't noticed yet. When he does, I hope he keeps coming anyway.译每个星期五有个九岁上下的男孩，把硬币一枚枚数到我手里。从来不够，也从来点同样的东西。我装作收全价，偷偷让一枚硬币落回他的袋子。他还没发现。等他发现了，我希望他照样来。

Diego FerrerDesislava PetkovaYassine BelkacemBojan PetrovicIsabella Moretti

The ice shaver jams when the air is heavy. I keep a screwdriver under the counter and knock the blade free while someone waits, and together we watch the first snow of coconut fall into the cup. That first cup of the evening always tastes like a small apology.译空气一闷，刨冰机就卡。柜台底下放着一把螺丝刀，有人等着的时候我就敲一敲刀片，两个人一起看着第一蓬椰冰落进杯里。每晚的第一杯，总像一句小小的道歉。

Alban MousaviMaria Fernanda QuispeKim MinjunMariana CostaLazar Stankovic

Thursday the power went out on our side of the street. We cooked by the light of three phones and sold everything anyway, sticky rice warm, ice melted to soup. A woman asked if it was a special recipe. I said yes, because there was no way to explain.译周四我们这半边街停电。靠着三部手机的光，东西照样卖完了，糯米是温的，冰化成了水。有位客人问这是不是特别的配方。我说是，因为实在没法解释。

Nusrat JahanAnton SkakunPriya NairMehmet Ali YurtJordi Casals

A friend married at a hotel across the river. I wore a light blue shirt and sat with people who talked about air conditioners and school fees. Nobody asked about the stall. I ate slowly, left before the cake, and got back in time to open.译朋友在河对岸的酒店办婚礼。我穿了件浅蓝衬衫，同桌的人聊空调和学费。没人问我摆摊的事。我吃得很慢，没等切蛋糕就走了，赶回来正好开摊。

陈远航Farid KarimiFranziska GruberKim MinjunLukas Gruber