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又是一个如同以往的忙碌星期一，一大早就是连续3个小时的Strategic Management，接下来是2个小时的Project Management for Civil Engineering，再是小组讨论，学习，晚饭就吃了一个面包和一杯茶，一直到10：46我才离开图书馆这个好地方去赶最后一班公车~
渥太华的冬天虽然没到，不过夜里的风吹的已经够刺骨了，透过图书馆的玻璃门，可以看到路灯下的落叶被风卷起在空中，然后再甩向不同的方向，再慢慢地飘落，再重新被卷起……
一心只想赶上公车的我没空留意这些，只是急匆匆地一路走到车站，一看时间，还有7分钟~
"yo,what's up Mark"
我听到在我旁边有人和我打招呼，转过头一看，是Sharka，他正双手叉在衣服里，抬着头对我笑呢。
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Sharka是个黑人，来自非洲的某个国家，我不知道他的全名，不知道他来自的城市，甚至也不知道他究竟来自哪个国家，我只知道，他是个黑人，在那个时侯……
我是在打工的地方认识这个叫Sharka的，因为他是我一个Shift的黑人的朋友。要说最初的感觉，那就是觉得他们这几个黑人朋友只要混在一起就什么事情都不做了，打打闹闹，放声大笑，而且还老是打那些没卖完的蛋糕和面包的主意。所以为了面子上的社交，我一般只和他们勾手打招呼，每次他们要找我去玩，我都会宛然拒绝。而其中这个Sharka是他们中间最无法无天的一个，不仅仅是他长的就象个罪犯，那种气焰更是让你觉得他很有一种侵犯性。而他也是我最看的不爽的一个了。
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在快11点的夜里，面对着一个穿黑风衣的的黑人，就好象对着一个隐身人一样。在远处路灯普照过来的余光下，我至少能通过他那口白色的牙来确定目标的方位。
我拿下带在头上的耳机，说:"Not much man, been waitin for the bus"
大概是因为快半夜了的原因，Sharka好象没那么有“活力”了，他只是慢慢地问我毕业后是不是会回中国还是打算留在加拿大。我告诉他我也不确定，可能还是想试着在这里找找工作看吧，于是我也问他，“那你打算回去吗？”
于是他笑了...
我很奇怪地看着他，心想，他脑子里的筋又搭牢了大概。
他终于停止笑了，看着我，停顿了一小活说：“伙计，我是索马里来的”
我说：“哦，那好啊，那么你究竟是打算回去呢还是怎样？”
他还是看着我，脸上连表情都没了，问道：“你知道索马里吗？”
我说：“当然，我在电影里看过的，那个Black Hawk Down，讲的就是在索马里的事情吧”
他望着我，轻轻地一笑，而正在这个时候我的4路车来了，于是我自然就和他再见了。正当我刚要上车的时候，他就好象事先准备好了一样，从他那件黑色大风衣的口袋里摸出一张CD，和我说：“回去试试”，我接过CD，看也没看就上车了。
上车后找个靠窗的空位子坐下来，把书包放在一旁，开始看那张CD。
这是一张自制的CD盘，CD的盒子上都是划痕，看上去满旧的。CD上面用黑色的水笔写着"Beyond This Life"。心想，哦，没什么特别啊，大概是某些所谓的黑人“街头诗人”的RAP专集吧，我能想到的不是2PAC就BIGGIE，要么是NAS？还能是谁，自从美国的HIPHOP文化蔓延开后，这些谈论人生哲理的人都个个赚了大钱，讲来讲去都是那些有商业开发价值的东西，哎，没什么的~
于是我把这张CD塞进了书包里....
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A couple of days after that night, I still hadn't got a chance to listen to that CD until he came to my working place on thursday. I was doing my cash there for the endless customers' line, and especially in the evening at around 7 o'clock, cuz all students will be off their classes and take a break to buy themselves something to eat.
Anyway, Sharka came to me and said, "yo Mark, where is my CD, is it with you?"
I was like,"no man, I don't have it with me today, you want it back?"
He went like, "yeh, I need it, bring it to school tomorrow, I'll call you"
I responsed:"aight aight, no worries"
He continued,"so how did you find it?"
"....." I was like, " yeh, yeh, that shit's hot man, I like it" I didn't know what else to say.
Again, he looked at me without showing any emotion on his face and said, "aight, just bring it back to me tomorrow cuz I need it."
"yeh, that's for sure."I promised him
Then he left, and I gotta get my ass back to work again.
Got off from the work, I was pretty tired actually, but still, I needed to stay in the library to read some chapters, cuz all mid-terms are just about to come! And then,the same shit, I went to catch the last bus at around 10:46, and I did, so I got back home at around 11:15. I recalled that Sharka wanted his CD back, so I put it into my school bag just in case that I will forget to do so in the next morning. At the second thought, well, maybe I should at least listen one or two tracks of the CD. I walked to open my school bag again, and took out the CD from inside. Yeh, I think I'm gonna try this tonight then. I took out the CD disc from its container, and turned on my CD Player, inserted it, pressed "PLAY".... .....
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..........................
..........................
后来我把这张CD还给了Sharka，我们聊了很多，也改变了一些我对他原先的看法。最后我问他：“那你毕业后，究竟打算去哪里呢？”
渥太华的冬天虽然没到，不过夜里的风吹的已经够刺骨了，透过图书馆的玻璃门，可以看到路灯下的落叶被风卷起在空中，然后再甩向不同的方向，再慢慢地飘落，再重新被卷起……
一心只想赶上公车的我没空留意这些，只是急匆匆地一路走到车站，一看时间，还有7分钟~
"yo,what's up Mark"
我听到在我旁边有人和我打招呼，转过头一看，是Sharka，他正双手叉在衣服里，抬着头对我笑呢。
.............................
Sharka是个黑人，来自非洲的某个国家，我不知道他的全名，不知道他来自的城市，甚至也不知道他究竟来自哪个国家，我只知道，他是个黑人，在那个时侯……
我是在打工的地方认识这个叫Sharka的，因为他是我一个Shift的黑人的朋友。要说最初的感觉，那就是觉得他们这几个黑人朋友只要混在一起就什么事情都不做了，打打闹闹，放声大笑，而且还老是打那些没卖完的蛋糕和面包的主意。所以为了面子上的社交，我一般只和他们勾手打招呼，每次他们要找我去玩，我都会宛然拒绝。而其中这个Sharka是他们中间最无法无天的一个，不仅仅是他长的就象个罪犯，那种气焰更是让你觉得他很有一种侵犯性。而他也是我最看的不爽的一个了。
..............................
在快11点的夜里，面对着一个穿黑风衣的的黑人，就好象对着一个隐身人一样。在远处路灯普照过来的余光下，我至少能通过他那口白色的牙来确定目标的方位。
我拿下带在头上的耳机，说:"Not much man, been waitin for the bus"
大概是因为快半夜了的原因，Sharka好象没那么有“活力”了，他只是慢慢地问我毕业后是不是会回中国还是打算留在加拿大。我告诉他我也不确定，可能还是想试着在这里找找工作看吧，于是我也问他，“那你打算回去吗？”
于是他笑了...
我很奇怪地看着他，心想，他脑子里的筋又搭牢了大概。
他终于停止笑了，看着我，停顿了一小活说：“伙计，我是索马里来的”
我说：“哦，那好啊，那么你究竟是打算回去呢还是怎样？”
他还是看着我，脸上连表情都没了，问道：“你知道索马里吗？”
我说：“当然，我在电影里看过的，那个Black Hawk Down，讲的就是在索马里的事情吧”
他望着我，轻轻地一笑，而正在这个时候我的4路车来了，于是我自然就和他再见了。正当我刚要上车的时候，他就好象事先准备好了一样，从他那件黑色大风衣的口袋里摸出一张CD，和我说：“回去试试”，我接过CD，看也没看就上车了。
上车后找个靠窗的空位子坐下来，把书包放在一旁，开始看那张CD。
这是一张自制的CD盘，CD的盒子上都是划痕，看上去满旧的。CD上面用黑色的水笔写着"Beyond This Life"。心想，哦，没什么特别啊，大概是某些所谓的黑人“街头诗人”的RAP专集吧，我能想到的不是2PAC就BIGGIE，要么是NAS？还能是谁，自从美国的HIPHOP文化蔓延开后，这些谈论人生哲理的人都个个赚了大钱，讲来讲去都是那些有商业开发价值的东西，哎，没什么的~
于是我把这张CD塞进了书包里....
..........
..........
..........
A couple of days after that night, I still hadn't got a chance to listen to that CD until he came to my working place on thursday. I was doing my cash there for the endless customers' line, and especially in the evening at around 7 o'clock, cuz all students will be off their classes and take a break to buy themselves something to eat.
Anyway, Sharka came to me and said, "yo Mark, where is my CD, is it with you?"
I was like,"no man, I don't have it with me today, you want it back?"
He went like, "yeh, I need it, bring it to school tomorrow, I'll call you"
I responsed:"aight aight, no worries"
He continued,"so how did you find it?"
"....." I was like, " yeh, yeh, that shit's hot man, I like it" I didn't know what else to say.
Again, he looked at me without showing any emotion on his face and said, "aight, just bring it back to me tomorrow cuz I need it."
"yeh, that's for sure."I promised him
Then he left, and I gotta get my ass back to work again.
Got off from the work, I was pretty tired actually, but still, I needed to stay in the library to read some chapters, cuz all mid-terms are just about to come! And then,the same shit, I went to catch the last bus at around 10:46, and I did, so I got back home at around 11:15. I recalled that Sharka wanted his CD back, so I put it into my school bag just in case that I will forget to do so in the next morning. At the second thought, well, maybe I should at least listen one or two tracks of the CD. I walked to open my school bag again, and took out the CD from inside. Yeh, I think I'm gonna try this tonight then. I took out the CD disc from its container, and turned on my CD Player, inserted it, pressed "PLAY".... .....
..........................
..........................
..........................
后来我把这张CD还给了Sharka，我们聊了很多，也改变了一些我对他原先的看法。最后我问他：“那你毕业后，究竟打算去哪里呢？”
