第32章缘，妙不可言（2）
布兰福德没有犹豫，他紧抓着那本破旧的《人性的枷锁》，它是他向她证明身份的依据。尽管这不会是爱情，但会是一种珍贵的东西，是他曾经拥有并将会永远感激的友情
布兰福德摆正双肩，敬了个礼，然后把书递给那个女人，尽管他的失望之情似乎已经溢于言表，但他仍彬彬有礼地说道：“我是约翰·布兰福德，您——您是梅内尔女士吧，我可以——可以请您吃饭吗？”
女人微笑着。“孩子，我不明白这是怎么回事，”她说道，“那位穿绿衣服的年轻小姐请求我戴上这朵玫瑰花，她说如果你请我一块出去，就告诉你，她在街对面的餐厅等你。她说这是一种考验。”
红苹果奇缘
HungryforYourLove
赫尔曼与罗玛·罗é 布à 特HermanandRomaRosenblat
Itiscold，sobitterthisdarkwinterdayin1942。Butitisfromanyotherdayinthisioncamp。Iamalmostdead，survivingfromdaytoday，fromhourtohour，eversiakenfrommyhhtherewithtensofthousandsofotherJews。WillIstillbealivetomorrow？WillIbetakentothegaschambertonight？
Badforthhebarbedwirefeokeepmyema。Iamhungry，Ihavebeenhungryf。Eachday，asmoreofusdisappear，thehappypastseemslikeameredream，andIsinkdeeperaodespair。
Suddenly，Inotiggirlastohersideofthebarbedwire。Shestopsandlooksatmewithsadeyesthatseemtosaythatsheuands，thatshetooswhyIamhere。Iwanttolookaway，oddlyashamedforthisstraoseemelikethis，butIyeyesfromhers。Theoherpodpullsoutaredapple。Oh，howlonghasitbeensinceIhaveseenone！Shelookscautiouslytotheleftaahsmileoftriumphquicklythroleoverthefeopickitup，holdingitinmytremblingfrozenfingers。Inmyworldofdeaththisappleisanexpressionoflife，oflove。Iglaimetoseethegirldisappearingiance。
&dayIyself—Iamdrawimetothatspothefendagainshees。Andagainshebringsmeanappleflingihefehatsamesweetsmile。ThistimeIcatdholditupforhertosee。Hereyestwinkle。Forsevenmohis。OnedayIhearfrighteningnews：we&#shippedtoanothercamp。
&daywhehermyheartisbreakingandIbarelyspeakasIsaywhatmustbesaid："Don&#meaomorrow。"Itellher，"Iambeioanothercamp。&qubeforeIloseallmytrolIrunawayfromtheFenotbeartolookback。
Monthspassamareues。Butthememoryofthisgirlsustaihroughtheterror，thepain，thehopelesshehenightmareisover。Thewarhasehoseofuswhoarestillalivearefreed。Ihavelthatreeingmyfamily。ButIstillhavethememoryofthisgirl，amemoryImyheartahewilltogoonasImovetoAmericatostartanewlife。
Yearspass。Itis1957。IamlivinginNewYorkCity。Afriendetogoonablihaladyofhis。Relutly，Iagree。ButsheishiswomannamedRoma，andlikemesheisanimmigraleastthatinon。
"Wherewereythewar？"Romaasksmegentlyiewayimmigrantsaskoionsaboutthoseyears。
"IwasiionGermany，"Ireply。
Romagetsafarawaylookinhereyes，asifsheisrememberihingpai。
"Whatisit？"Iask。"Iamjustthinkingaboutsomethingfrommypast，Herman，"Romaexplainsinavoilyverysoft，"Yousee，whenIwasayounggirlIlivednearatrationcamp。Wherewasaboythere，aprisonerandfwhileIusedtovisithimeveryday。IrememberIusedthimapples。Iwouldthroleoverthefendhewouldbesohappy。"
Romasighsheavilyandues，"Itishardtodescribehowwefeltabouteachother—afterallwewereyoungandweonlyexgedafeecould—butItellyoutherewasmuchlovethere。IassumehewaskilledlikesomaIotbeartothinkthat，andsoItrytorememberhimashewasforthosemonthsweweregive;
Withmyheartpoundingsoloudly，Ilookdireaandask，"Anddidthatboysaytoyouoneday'Dmeaomorrow。Iambeioanothercamp'？"
"Why，yes。"Romaresporembling。
"ButHerman，howohcouldyoupossiblyknowthat？"
Itakeherhandsinminea;BecauseIwasthatyoungboy，Roma。"
Formahereisonlysileakeoureyesfromeachother，andastheveilsoftimelift，wereizethesoulbehihedearfriendweonuwehaveoppedloving，whomwehaveoppedremembering。
Finally，Ispeak，"Look，Roma，IaratedfromyouondIdotobeseparatedfromyouagain。NowIamfree，andIwaherwithyouforever。Dear，willyoumarryme？"
&hesametwihatIusedtoseeasRomasays，"Yes，Iwillmarryyou。"
AlmostfortyyearshavepassedsidaywhenIfaiinybroughtustogetherthefirsttimedurioshoromiseofhope，andnowithadreuofulfillthatpromise。Valentine'sDay，1996。IbringRomatotheOprahWiohoionaltelevision。IwanttotellherinfrontofthemillionsofthepeoplewhatIfeelieveryday：
&qu，youfedmeirationIwashungry。AndIamstillhungry，forsomethingIwillenoughof：Iamonlyhungryforyourlove。"
1942年冬季的一天，天空昏暗阴冷，寒风刺骨。在纳粹集中营里，天天都是这种日子。自从我和无数犹太人一起被迫离开家园，来到这里以后，每天我就如同行尸走肉一般，活一天是一天，活一小时是一小时。明天，我还能活着吗？今晚，我会不会被带到毒气室呢？
沿着铁丝网，我来回地走着，想暖和一下我瘦弱的身体。我很饿，很久没有吃东西了。每天都会有很多人从我们当中消失，幸福的往昔犹如南柯一梦，我也日渐陷入更深的绝望之中。