It really bothers me having to endure the tiresome discourse over the closure of the Ford factory here in Genk, Belgium. Politicians, economists, trade-unionists bask in the limelight on-site and in TV interviews to talk about the “human drama” that ensues. Reporters gasp breathlessly over the number of people who are going to lose their jobs and the future (ex-)factory workers decries the injustice they suffer after decades of dedication to the factory.
小时候， 阿公老爱在夜深人静的夜晚吃炸豆干当作宵夜。阵阵的晚风， 伴着刚炸好的豆干味， 引人垂涎。脆脆的豆干， 点上鲜蒜头和酱油，是那么的简单却那么的好吃。如今我人在异乡， 再吃炸豆干， 味道含着多么浓的回忆和思念阿公的疼爱， 又有谁能够了解？
Author: Harold Tor