No Passport

Gate twelve

十二号登机口

It was five o’clock in the morning. Helga Berg stood in the airport in Oslo. She had a big blue suitcase and a small red bag.

那是早上五点。海尔加·贝格站在奥斯陆的机场里。她有一个大大的蓝色行李箱和一个红色的小包。

Helga was fifty-eight. She lived in Bergen, in the west of Norway. Today she had a ticket to Bangkok.

海尔加五十八岁了。她住在挪威西部的卑尔根。今天她有一张去曼谷的机票。

It was her first trip alone. Her husband died two years ago. They always travelled together.

这是她第一次一个人旅行。她的丈夫两年前去世了。他们以前总是一起旅行。

At the check-in desk, a young woman smiled at her. “Good morning. Where are you going today?”

在值机柜台前，一位年轻女士对她微笑了笑。“早上好。您今天去哪里？”

“Bangkok,” said Helga. “In Thailand.” Her voice was very small.

“曼谷，”海尔加说，“在泰国。”她的声音很小。

“Can I see your passport, please?”

“请让我看一下您的护照，好吗？”

Helga gave her the passport. The woman looked at the photo, then at Helga. “Thank you. Please put your suitcase here.”

海尔加把护照给了她。那位女士看了看照片，然后看了看海尔加。“谢谢您。请把您的行李箱放在这里。”

Helga put the suitcase down. “That’s fine,” said the woman. “Would you like a window seat?”

海尔加把行李箱放下了。“好的，”那位女士说，“您想要一个靠窗的座位吗？”

“Yes, please. I’d like to see everything.”

“好的，谢谢。我想看外面的景色。”

“Here is your boarding pass. Gate twelve. The flight leaves at seven.”

“这是您的登机牌。十二号登机口。飞机七点起飞。”

Helga put the boarding pass and the passport in her red bag. She closed the bag carefully.

海尔加把登机牌和护照放进了她的红包里。她小心地关上了包。

At gate twelve, she sat down by the big window. It was still dark outside. Snow fell outside.

在十二号登机口，她在巨大的窗户旁坐了下来。外面天还是黑的。外面下着雪。

At half past six, a man spoke over the speakers. “Flight 412 to Bangkok has a delay. The new time is nine o’clock.”

六点半的时候，一个男人在广播里说话了。“去曼谷的412号航班晚点了。新的时间是九点。”