【正文】 nd some of them had small teethmarks in their dark, peeling skins. Paulo said he would bring me food, but that was three days ago. Yesterday, I heard a car engine getting closer, and climbed up to hide in the rafters of the patched roof, but the Guardia Civil men just looked in quickly through the smashed windows and broken doors before they left. I clung to the dusty wooden rafter, feeling it creak and bend under my weight, and tried to make no noise. My arms and legs grew numb, then began to tremble, and I longed to move, but I waited until I heard the policemen drive off. I know that Paulo would not have told them about me. And I know that they will return. When we began the final part of our journey, we were warned that the police patrol the land around here regularly. They are always searching for us, or others like us。 foremen came to the Pla?a to choose who would work that day. But still we had some hope. We lost the house in the third month, as we had no money for rent. We were able to get some food from the charity kitchens around the town, and the church, but we found always a long queue and very little food. We took our bags and blankets and slept in the fields. Then the weather became cold and we slept where we could, huddled together, in old fotten buildings and alleys. Sometimes I dreamed of my family and my home, and when I awoke I wished the dream could continue. The people of the town stared at us from the sides of their eyes as they passed us. They clenched their hands and muttered, and some of them spat on the pavement. A few of us were attacked and beaten in the dark, and driven from the parks and streets. All of the time, the Police told us to move on, move on. It is the end of the third month when it happens. The farmers hire coaches and send them into the Pla?a Colom. From four o39。 thick stalks. I scrambled down to the banks of the river and threw the knife into the night. I heard it splash far away. The river touched my feet. I reached down and washed my sleeve and hand, although the water was so cold, like ice, that my hand became numb. Then I walked back up to the street. I found some of the other workers hiding in the deserted warehouse we had found. One of them went to find Paulo, who came and told me about the old farm buildings near to the coast road. Paulo was not smiling. I waited until darkness before I followed the road out of the town, throwing myself into the ditch if I heard a car approaching. The weather has been clear and I have seen the coast of Morocco every day. Across the blue sea flecked with sun, the land is a strip of dark brown and grey, and looks close enough for me to touch. Maybe I could find an old tractor tyre tube around the farm and float across the Straits? Or maybe I could walk along the shore and steal a boat? I do not want to bee a thief. I am an honest man who wants only to work and support his family. But what can I do? I will wait here for Paulo and listen to him. He will tell me what to do for the best. I know that he will help me. unit2 Timeless photographs I love to look at old photographs in the album(影集 ).My father had a big box of pictures in the cabi and some of the pictures go way back to the 189039。s Dad ever being a kid. He looked like he was having a great time probably because he was with my mother. SHe is smiling in the picture and wearing a white blouse(女 襯 衫） ,blue shorts and tennis shoes. She is quite a looker(美女） ,I can see why my Dad liked her so much. I dig down to the bottom of the box and see two large photographs. One is dated 1900 and the other one is dated 1997a recent picture that looks similar to the older one. The older picture looks familiar because it is taken in the same placethe summer home. I will describe the older photograph as very interesting in the style of dress 中國最大的管 理 資料下載中心 (收集 \整理 . 大量免費(fèi)資源共享 ) 第 7 頁 共 47 頁 and exactly where the people are sitting. They are posed outside the cottage by a small tree that is still there today. A woman is sitting in a rocking chair, with here black hair pulled up in a bun(腦 后的女髻） .She is not smiling but looking away from the camera and wearing a long black dress. Another woman is wearing a white blouse with a necktie(領(lǐng)結(jié) ） and a long black skirt. Her hair is also long and blonder(金 黃 色的） but pulled back in a bun. There are two men on either side of a wooden table. BOth men appear older and are dressed in hats and suits and ties,trousers and SUnday shoes. Neither is smiling. (I have the distinct feeling that the women are their wives and it is Sunday.) they probably are hungry for their roast beef and potatoes,but that is just my guess. There is a young boy,probably about 13 in the photograph, He is wearing a white blouse,black shorts,long black socks and tan sports shoes. He is petting a black dog that is sitting on top of the round wooden table. The boy is bending down and he isn39。t alive for this photo, he died in 1986. Lastly in the picture is my brother John,wearing a white vest,trousers and suspenders. He slicked(使光滑、 順 滑 )back his black 中國最大的管 理 資料下載中心 (收集 \整理 . 大量免費(fèi)資源共享 ) 第 9 頁 共 47 頁 hair for the photo to appear in the period style. He wasn39。 like a magic ran like a wheel. The circle started every morning and 中國最大的管 理 資料下載中心 (收集 \整理 . 大量免費(fèi)資源共享 ) 第 10 頁 共 47 頁 ended up late in the night, and then morning appeared again. There was no pause, no rest, not even a slight curve to insert