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the marco polo project: Ein herzzerreißendes 菜市场之歌

2007年3月我刚到北京，租的房子 Nähe 有一个很大的 Großhandel 菜市场，从家里 gemütlich 走过去得二十分钟，entlang des Weges 经过小区后面 heruntergekommen 的 Einkaufs-街，一叠叠大饼 aufgetürmt 在 Schau-窗里，窗子因为太久没有 abgewischt，Staub 自动排列出各种任由想象的图案，我总是把右边 Randbereich 比较小的一块想成 knuddeliger Panda，我 besonderen Grund 觉得它愿意 festhalten das einfache 大饼一口口吃下去。再往前走是一 ZEW 依然在使用的 Eisenbahnschienen，很远就能听到火车 Klackern 接近的声音，让人 ohne beonderen Grund nervös werden，即使 das Überqueren der engen Schienen 只需要五秒，Schienen 边有个铁皮亭，里面 anscheinend 应该坐着一个人，但我却从来没有真的见过，生活可以把最 unbedeutend 的细节同样 formt es in ein spannendes 剧，而且终生都没有获得 das Rätsel zu lösen。那个时候北京还没有 Staubstürme，冬天冷得分外真切，我有时候会 schmerzhaft entschlossen 花三块钱坐三轮车过去，但大部分三轮车总是四处 dem 风 ausgesetzt，所以我总是全身 steif 走进 Großhandel-市场，肉味扑面而来，让人 zweifeln 自己也应该从中 aufschneiden，被挂在永不 verrosten 的铁 Haken 上。

市场太大了，牛羊肉一个厅，水产品和鸡鸭一个厅，猪肉交易厅和猪肉-großhandel-厅分开，Gemüsegroß- 和 Einzelhandel separiert 老远的 Entfernung，穿着高跟 Schuhe 好像永远都走不到头。我不过是一个人，租的房子里没有 Gasherd，只能用 Elektroherd，scharf anbraten 的时候总是觉得有气无力，做一次 "doppelt gekochtem Schwein" 要吃两顿，最后 übriggeblieben 一点 Knoblauch 苗作料还能再煮碗面。去那里不过是为了省一点点的钱，我其实讨厌那个 Großhandel-市场，走了老远路，最后只 trug 一块小小的五花肉回家，要是一时 impulsiv 多买了一只开 Brust 破肚的土鸡，我就得喝整整一周的鸡汤，喝到最后一个人坐在 leerem 的房间里恶心，终于把 auf den Boden gesunken 的那点 Reste 倒了，混着鸡肉鸡皮，以及几块完全 durchgekochtem 的老 Ingwer。

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Li Jingrui blog.tianya.cn

Übersetzung

A sad song to the food market

I had just arrived in Beijing in March 2007. Located a twenty-minute stroll away from my rented house was a very large wholesale food market. Along the way I passed a dilapidated commercial street behind the neighbourhood. A shopwindow displayed stacks of large round flatbread. As it had not been wiped for too long, the dust on it had arranged itself into every imaginable pattern. I would always imagine a relatively small patch of dust on the right fringe to be a chubby panda. For no particular reason, I would imagine that it wanted to hold on to the flatbread and eat it up one mouthful at a time. Walking ahead brought me to a still functioning railway track. From a distance, the sound of the approaching trains clattering down the track would somehow make people tense, even though it took a mere five seconds to step across the narrow track. Beside the track was a metal-roofed shelter with could seat one person, but I had never really seen anyone in it. Life can similarly mould the most insignificant details into a suspenseful drama, and it may also not be able to resolve the mystery of this drama. Beijing was not hazy from dust back then. When the cold of winter was particularly acute, I would sometimes make the painful decision to spend three dollars for a trishaw ride; but because most trishaws expose their passengers to the wind, I was stiff from the cold when I entered the food market. The smell of meat assaulted the senses so much that I wondered if I should also have been cut open, and hung from the rust-free iron hooks.

The wholesale food market was simply too big. Beef and mutton were in one hall, seafood and poultry in another, pork retail and wholesale sections were separate from each other, and vegetable wholesale and retail stalls were some distance apart; it seemed as if I could never walk to the end of the marketplace in my high-heeled shoes. I lived alone, and without a gas stove in my rented house, I had to use an electric hotplate which I always felt was too weak for stir-frying. I could finish one portion of double-cooked pork only over two meals. The last bit of leftover garlic sprout could still be cooked with a bowl of noodles. I would go to the wholesale food market for the sake of saving some money, even though I actually disliked that place. After walking all that distance, I would end up carrying home only a very small piece of streaky pork. When I impulsively bought a ready-cut, whole free-range chicken, I had to drink chicken soup for exactly one week. After finally finishing all the soup, I would sit alone, feeling nauseous in an empty, desolate room. Finally, I would pour away the dregs containing a mixture of chicken meat and skin and the pulp of a few slices of old ginger .

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