Sophie van de Velde, 41

The shop stays at nine degrees until noon. I wear the burgundy cardigan under the apron, sleeves pushed past the elbow, and by ten the wool already smells faintly of chain oil. Cold hands work slower, which is not always a bad thing.译车铺到中午都只有九度。酒红色针织衫穿在围裙里面，袖子推到肘上，到十点钟羊毛上已经有了淡淡的链条油味。手冷的时候干活慢，慢也不全是坏事。

林雪梨Elias TorresPaloi SrisukLukas Gruber

Two hours in the café on the corner, a notebook, and a bottom bracket cup I keep turning over in my palm like a coin. The waiter has stopped asking what I want. Rain on the glass, the same three chords on the radio.译在街角那家咖啡馆坐了两个钟头，一本笔记，一只中轴碗在掌心里翻来翻去，像枚硬币。服务员已经不问我要什么了。雨落在玻璃上，收音机里还是那三个和弦。

Nusrat JahanElias TorresMaksim Skakun

A 1974 frame came in with the seat post seized shut by thirty years of neglect. Three evenings, a kettle of hot water and more patience than I actually have. Yesterday the post moved one centimetre. I said thank you to a bicycle.译一辆1974年的车架送进来，座管被三十年的不管不顾锈死了。三个晚上、一壶热水，还有超出我实际拥有的耐心。昨天它挪动了一厘米，我对着一辆自行车说了谢谢。

Alban MousaviDiego FerrerFranziska GruberMatilda HargraveMehmet Ali Yurt

Rinsing my hands in the back alley with cold water, even in February. The neighbours' cat watches from the wall. There is a kind of clean that only cold water and green soap give you, and it never reaches past the wrists.译在后巷用冷水冲手，二月也一样。邻居的猫蹲在墙头看我。有种干净只有冷水和绿肥皂能给，而且从来只到手腕为止。

Camille LaurentKim MinjunLuc BelangerAisha Rahmani

A girl of eleven brought in her grandmother's bicycle and asked me to teach her to true a wheel rather than fix it for her. We spent an hour on the spokes. She got closer than most adults do on the first try.译一个十一岁的女孩推来她外婆的自行车，说不要我替她修，要教她自己调圈。我们在辐条上花了一个小时。她第一次上手，比大多数成年人调得都准。

Diego FerrerPaloi SrisukIsabella Moretti

Sunday market on the square, a cardboard box of old brake levers for four euros. Half of them I will never use. The man selling them said his father repaired bicycles too, and we stood in the rain agreeing that steel lasts longer than people expect.译周日广场上的集市，四欧元一纸箱旧刹车把手，其中一半我这辈子都用不上。卖东西的人说他父亲也修自行车，我们站在雨里一致认为，钢比人以为的更耐放。

Yassine BelkacemKim MinjunAisha RahmaniMariana Costa

Rode home along the canal at eleven, lights blinking, the city quiet enough to hear the freewheel. My knees hurt. The workshop still smelled of degreaser out on the street, which means I forgot to close the window again.译十一点沿着运河骑回家，车灯一闪一闪，城市安静到能听见飞轮的声音。膝盖疼。街上都能闻到车铺里的除油剂味，说明我又忘了关窗。

Elias TorresPaloi SrisukNaledi MorakeJoana ManuelSato Sakura