1二月的一个傍晚,村子笼罩在薄暮的幽暗中。昏黄的街灯照到汽车站,站里除了吉丽·斯泰内尔以外,一个人都没有了。村议会的办公室个个都关门闭户。透过附近的房子的百叶窗传来电视的声音。一只野猫迈着毛茸茸的爪子,从一个个垃圾桶中间穿行而过,尾巴直直的,肚子有些圆鼓鼓的。那只猫缓缓地过了马路,消失在柏树丛的树阴里。每天晚上七点钟,从特拉维夫开过来的最后一班长途汽车到达特里兰村。吉 One evening in February, the village shrouded in gloomy darkness. Dimly lit streetlights shone to the bus stop and there was no one except Jillie Steiner. All the village council offices are closed. The sound of the TV came through the shutters of the nearby houses. A wild cat marching furry paws, walked through the middle of a trash, straight tail, stomach some bulging. The cat passed the road slowly and disappeared into the shade of cypress trees. At seven o’clock every night, the last bus from Tel Aviv reaches Tritran Village. Ji