关于战争和风
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我的眼睛睁开,我的心在胸部痛苦地猛击,我的思想开始竞赛,我的身体在睡眠中发抖。我需要立即做出决定。飞行还是隐藏?战斗在这一生中没有选择。我的耳朵扭伤了,快速检查了电力吗?我听不到发电机;电力必须打开。还是他们俩都出去了?现在是几奌?想想,开火多远? I hold my breath in anticipation of the retaliatory fire, to imagine an estimate of the distance separating me from the shooting. Quick, get up to check the television broadcast…