Mira steps off the ferry with one small bag. The air smells of salt and wet wood. She has never seen the sea before.
米拉提着一个小包走下渡轮。空气里弥漫着盐和海水的木头气味。她以前从未见过大海。
Beyond the harbour, the town climbs a green hill. The houses are white with red roofs, and a clock tower stands above them.
港湾之外，小镇沿着绿色的山丘向上延伸。房子是白色的，屋顶是红色的，一座钟楼矗立在它们上方。
An old man sits on a bench near the water. He holds a paper cup and watches the boats. Mira asks him for the way to the station.
一位老人坐在水边的长椅上。他手里拿着纸杯，望着那些船。米拉向他询问去车站的路。
"Follow the road along the water," he says. "Turn left at the blue shop. The station is behind the market."
“沿着水边的路走，”他说，“在蓝色商店那里左转。车站在市场后面。”
She thanks him and starts to walk. The sun is warm on her face. For the first time in months, she is not afraid.
她向他道谢，然后开始走。阳光暖暖地照在她脸上。几个月来第一次，她不再害怕。
At the station she buys a ticket and waits. A train comes in with a long, soft whistle. Her new life begins here, in a town she could not name a week ago.
到了车站，她买了一张票，然后等待。一列火车伴着长长而轻柔的汽笛声进站。她的新生活从这里开始，就在这个她一周前还说不出名字的小镇。