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1990年6月1 从我们上一次见面已经过了5个月。几天前我给卡尔迈勒的儿子卡瓦打电话,告诉他,我想看望他的父亲。卡瓦喜形于色:“您来吧,他会很高兴的。”我们约好星期六见面。卡尔迈勒穿着一件自织的蓝毛衣、深色的旧裤子。他脸色不是很好,总是阴沉着,很少笑。我绝对相信我们在他家的谈话会被人录音,主人也会意识到这一点,他怎么能说真话呢?所以我一到,就建议到室外的草地上去谈话。卡尔迈勒欣然同意。警卫们十分不满地在侧房的门槛旁晃来晃去,后来就消失了。显然,是给头儿打电话去了。很快就开来了一辆黑色伏尔加车,直开到围墙边。我们说话时,它一直停在那里。
June 1990 It has taken 5 months since we last met. A few days ago I called Carmel’s son Kawa and told him I wanted to see his father. Kawai hi-color: “You come, he will be happy.” We made an appointment to meet on Saturday. Carmel wearing a self-made blue sweater, dark pants. His face is not very good, always gloomy, rarely laugh. I’m absolutely convinced that our conversations with his family will be recorded and that the owner will be aware of this. How can he tell the truth? So when I arrive, it is advisable to talk to the outdoor lawn. Carmel readily agreed. The guards, very unhappy, dodged beside the threshold of the side room and disappeared. Obviously, it is to call the first child. Quickly opened a black Volga car, straight to the edge of the wall. It stopped there as we talked.