Ten Thousand Steps

The number

这个数字

Piotr lives in Warsaw. He is forty-five. He works in a big office in the city.

皮奥特住在华沙。他四十五岁。他在城里的一个大办公室工作。

Every morning, he drives to work. He takes the lift to the eighth floor. He sits at his desk all day.

每天早上，他开车去上班。他坐电梯去八楼。他一整天坐在桌子前。

In the evening, he drives home. He sits on the sofa and watches TV.

晚上，他开车回家。他坐在沙发上看电视。

Today, Piotr is not at work. He is at the doctor’s.

今天，皮奥特没去上班。他在看医生。

The doctor is a young woman with short hair. She looks at her computer for a long time.

医生是一个留短发的年轻女人。她看了电脑很长时间。

“Mr Piotr, how much do you walk?” she asks.

“皮奥特先生，您走路多吗？”她问。

“Walk? I walk from my car to my desk.”

“走路？我从我的车走到我的桌子。”

“And at the weekend?”

“周末呢？”

“At the weekend, I walk from my sofa to my kitchen.”

“周末，我从我的沙发走到我的厨房。”

The doctor does not laugh. “Your heart is not happy, Mr Piotr. Your heart needs you to walk.”

医生没有笑。“您的心脏不高兴，皮奥特先生。您的心脏需要您走路。”

“How much?”

“走多少？”

“Ten thousand steps. Every day.”

“一万步。每一天。”

Piotr looks at her. “Ten thousand? Every day? That is a joke.”

皮奥特看着她。“一万步？每一天？开玩笑吧。”