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第13章 红苹果奇缘Hungry for Your Love2（第1页）

第13章红苹果奇缘HungryforYourLove（2）

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Itiscold，sobitterthisdarkwinterdayin1942.Butitisfromanyotherdayinthisioncamp.Iamalmostdead，survivingfromdaytoday，fromhourtohour，eversiakenfrommyhhtherewithtensofthousandsofotherJews.WillIstillbealivetomorrow?WillIbetakentothegaschambertonight?Badforthhebarbedwirefeokeepmyema.Iamhungry，Ihavebeenhungryf.Eachday，asmoreofusdisappear，thehappypastseemslikeameredream，andIsinkdeeperaodespair.Suddenly，Inotiggirlastohersideofthebarbedwire.ShestopsandlooksatmewithsadeyesthatseemtosaythatsheuhatshetooswhyIamhere.Iwanttolookaway，oddlyashamedforthisstraoseemelikethis，butIyeyesfromhers.Theoherpodpullsoutaredapple.Oh，howlonghasitbeensinceIhaveseenone!Shelookscautiouslytotheleftaahsmileoftriumphquicklythroleoverthefeopickitup，holdingitinmytremblingfrozenfingers.Inmyworldofdeaththisappleisanexpressionoflife，oflove.IglaimetoseethegirldisappearingiadayIyself—Iamdrawimetothatspothefendagainshees.Andagainshebringsmeanappleflingihefehatsamesweetsmile.ThistimeIcatdholditupforhertosee.Hereyestwinkle.Forsevenmohis.OnedayIhearfrighteningnews:we’rebeihercamp.

&daywhehermyheartisbreakingandIbarelyspeakasIsaywhatmustbesaid:“Dmeaomorrow.”

Itellher:“IambeioaurningbeforeIloseallmytrolIrunawayfromtheFebeartolookbathspassamareues.Butthememoryofthisgirlsustaihroughtheterror，thepain，thehopelesshehenightmareisover.Thewarhasehoseofuswhoarestillalivearefreed.Ihavelthatreeingmyfamily.ButIstillhavethememoryofthisgirl，amemoryImyheartahewilltogoonasImovetoAmericatostartaneass.Itis1957.IamlivinginNewYorkCity.Afriendetogoonablihaladyofhis.Relutly，Iagree.ButsheishiswomannamedRoma，andlikemesheisanimmigraleastthatinon.“Wherewereythewar?”

Romaasksmegentlyiewayimmigrantsaskoionsaboutthoseyears.“IwasiionGermany.”

Ireply.Romagetsafarawaylookinhereyes，asifsheisrememberihingpai.“Whatisit?”

Iask.“Iamjustthinkingaboutsomethingfrommypast，Herman，”

Romaexplainsinavoilyverysoft，“Yousee，whenIwasayounggirlIlivednearatrationcamp.Wherewasaboythere，aprisonerandfwhileIusedtovisithimeveryday.

IrememberIusedthimapples.Iwouldthroleoverthefendhewouldbeshsheavilyandues，“Itishardtodescribehowwefeltabouteachother—afterallwewereyoungandweonlyexgedafeecould—butItellyoutherewasmuchlovethere.IassumehewaskilledlikesomaIotbeartothinkthat，andsoItrytorememberhimashewasforthosemonthsweweregivehmyheartpoundingsoloudly，Ilookdireaandask，“Anddidthatboysaytoyouoneday‘Dmeaomorrow.Iambeioanothercamp’?”

“Why，yes.”

Romaresporembling.“ButHermahcouldyoupossiblyknowthat?”

Itakeherhandsinmineandanswer，“BecauseIwasthatyoungboy，Roma.”

Formahereisonlysileakeoureyesfromeachother，andastheveilsoftimelift，wereizethesoulbehihedearfriendweonuwehaveoppedloving，whomwehaveoppedremembering.Finally，Ispeak，“Look，Roma，IaratedfromyouondIdoobeseparatedfromyouagain.NowIamfree，andIwaherwithyouforever.Dear，willyoumarryme?”

IseethesametwihatIusedtoseeasRomasays，“Yes，Iwillmarryyou.”

AlmostfortyyearshavepassedsidaywhenIfaiinybroughtustogetherthefirsttimedurioshoromiseofhope，andnowithadreuofulfillthatpromise.Valentine’sDay，1996.IbringRomatotheOprahWiohoionaltelevision.IwanttotellherinfrontofthemillionsofthepeoplewhatIfeelieveryday:“DarlihetrationIwashungry.AndIamstillhungry，forsomethingIwillenoughof:Iamonlyhungryforyourlove.”