Le avventure di Ben

 

在米兰设计洗衣机的时候顺便设计了一种给户外爱好者使用的表，想要重新定义一下我们习以为常的时间。后来与Pietro交流后发现这玩意儿虽然很酷，但是非常的useless。最终决定放弃开发的想法，把idea拿出来和大家分享。如果谁有兴趣生产这个东西不用付我钱也不用挂我的名字，在使用说明书上贴个space链接就好了。

 

说到这个表就不得不先絮叨一下时间的传统定义。我们现在使用的时间单位：小时、分、秒其实都是人为定义的，目的是为了方便控制人类生活生产的节奏，并不完全与自然界存在的客观时间现象吻合。最典型的例子就是硕大一个中国使用的是一个时区：北京时间，而生活在中国最西面的新疆人西藏人就不得不将就着天不亮就起床，太阳还没下山就睡觉。而真正意义上的时间（抛开它的哲学层面的定义）是应该严格遵循太阳和地球的运转规律而客观存在的，中国古代使用的计时装置：日晷，就是使用太阳作为唯一参照系来定义时间的，所以某种意义上来说，中国古代人的生活是非常健康的，日出而作，日落而息，下雨天就可以在家里睡大觉。

 

说到时间就不得不说说时差。时差是地球自转形成的，具体怎么形成的我相信百度知道。既然是自转形成的，为什么只有跨越一个时区时间才改变呢，地球又不是一格一格转的。所以如果要严格按照太阳高度角来计算精确的自然时间的话，我们每走一步都会有时差。

 

终于可以言归正传说说我的设计了，我给这个表起了个名字叫Tim，意思是：Time without Excuse。原理很简单，用现在已经很普及的GPS技术，把我们所在的精确精度纬度通过一个很简单的公式（恕不透露，自己推导）换算成我们熟悉的时间表达式，即：xx时xx分xx秒。这个结果和我们现在用的时间有什么不同呢？下面就是使用Tim会经历的特殊但是useless的自然时间体验：使用这个表你会发现不管你在世界哪一个角落，太阳都是在早晨六点正准时升起，并且在晚上六点正准时下山（如果你附近有山的话）；如果你在北半球，夏季白天表就走得特别慢，天一黑就走得飞快，冬天反之；坐飞机旅行Tim会自动一点一点调整时差（其实走路也会，只是幅度小一点），而且永远不会出现时间倒流的错觉，时间是永远不会倒流的，只是走的快一点或者慢一点而已（听起来也很玄）；最重要的一点，时间不是由你控制的，更不是由任何人造的机械控制的，而是我们可爱而永恒的太阳公公控制的。

 

怎么样？是不是很酷很useless？不过如果你想融入我们正常的现代社会，最好还是备一块传统的表。要是每个人的时间都不一样的话，好像真的很难维持秩序控制效率，这对于一个发展中国家，尤其是以经济建设为中心的发展中国家来说是很不可取的。

 

其实时差真的是一件让人很头痛的事情，白天不懂夜的黑呀。现在我和我的兔兔就有六个小时的时差（不是指自然时间哦），每天睡觉前先发个短信叫她起床（大多数时候会忘记）。其实人与人之间还有许多不是由于地理原因造成的时差，那些女孩子常挂在嘴边男孩子总在心里嘀咕的问题：为什么我不是你的初恋？为什么我们不能早两年相识？为什么我结婚了你才出现？这样的时差问题，我的Tim还真没有办法解决。

在厨房里杀死一只从未见过的虫子后，我开始怀疑挪威是不是真的像传说中的这么干净。还是我真的太脏，在这里住了三周之后终于改变了局部生态环境。明天一早一定要把厨房彻底清理一下。

 

至于现在嘛，还是记日记吧。

 

外面一阵一阵的下着雨，基本节奏是停个两秒下个一分钟，其中间歇性~高潮，最high的那阵被我侥幸赶上。开始学着卑尔根人不打伞接受自然现象，于是一直湿到了袜子跟。

 

半年前有人说意大利春天到了一点儿都不冷只要穿衬衣加个小外套就行了。我信了。到的第二天下雪，好在带了围巾出门，脖子以下还是冻僵了。这次来挪威之前又有人说卑尔根靠海有暖流冬暖夏凉不用怕冷。我又信了，于是只带了一件外套。没想到这儿的夏天可真是凉呀，常常两件短袖一起穿外加恨不得把长裤剪了当袖套。不过看到大家报怨着上海的热心里还是平衡一点，我是腊月最后几天生的，总还是觉得冻着比晒着要舒服点儿。那只小兔子看到了千万不要去跟我爸爸汇报，要不然他老人家又要犯愁了。

 

今天开始办公室只有我一个人了，Sverre去给Stavanger的房子上漆了（这里的建筑师就是这么敬业的），Mirelle跟着木匠男友度假去了。于是我在自由和寂寞中开始了形势散漫内容充实的工作。

 

终于又开始用实物模型思考，除非人能真正将所有感官植入虚拟世界（从实现到安全的普及这个过程肯定要比技术开发还要困难），建筑设计还是不应该离开模型的。而工作模型的作用也远比展示模型来的重要。Järna项目的工作模型已经做到了编号65，我来以后就已经做了3个。如今回到电脑上反而开始有些无聊。Espen把所有新的模型都藏进了他的房间，以不会用电脑为借口，开始了他的游戏。

 

来挪威以后第一笔花出去的钱买了挪威语的小王子《Den lille prinsen》，和意大利版装帧完全不一样，居然是四四方方的，很可爱。后来Espen给我讲了作者Antoine的故事，说他是个飞行员，最后驾着自己的飞机失踪了，这可能是爱幻想的飞行员离奇却又恰如其分的结局吧。那么爱幻想的建筑师该怎么结局呢？

如果太长时间不表达自己，就会失语的，我这该算是网络失语吧，巴巴的盯着屏幕，不知道该如何下手。来挪威已经十八天了，该有很多故事可以说的，但是就像这里的雨，不知怎么下起来的，也不知什么时候就停了，从何说起呢？

 

     

 

今天是周六，晚上照例是挪威人最疯狂的时候，也是我最不知道所措的时候。这是第三个周六了，每次这时候回家都有仓皇的感觉。仿佛所有人都穿着盛装往外跑，只有我灰头土脸的低着头朝屋里钻。

 

厨房是家里最暖和的地方，如果光脚踩在地上的话，都能感觉到厨房的地砖比房里的木地板热许多。打开冰箱翻出可以马上装盆填肚的所有东西，两片奶酪、两片方肉、胡萝卜沙拉和酸黄瓜，这是我来这儿以后在自己屋里吃的最丰盛的晚餐。真的不要皱起眉头问我为什么过得这么凄惨，这是另一种幸福呢。特别是还有1比4冲调的浓缩果饮。

 

明天中午会在家里做pasta吃，这是我每周的节日。意大利带给我最多的，原来还是美食呀。其实相比起来，这次已经进步许多了，两次意大利之行，好像几乎没有留下任何文字，更不用说照片了。这次回去以后一定要买架相机，要不真的连怀念的依据都没有了。

 

Espen今天瞪大了眼睛问我：除了工作和给“Kina”打电话，我还有没有做过别的事。他好像都没怎么见我吃过东西。而我每天呆在办公室的时间要超过12个小时呢。我的一蕾一不小心就代表了一下全中国。Mirelle好像也问过我类似的问题，她问我：你的德语和挪威语难道都是睡着了以后学的？每天都会蹦出两句新的来。不过这倒是事实。

 

周一的照片已经出来了。说来我们真幸运，那是这周唯一的晴天（来这儿之后的第六个）。Espen最早设计的幼儿园和我同岁，最新的这个是两年前完工的。最优秀的幼儿园能让靠近它的成年人莫名的悲伤，这两个幼儿园对我就有这样的作用。二楼到地面的滑梯，和父母告别的矮窗，只有孩子才能顺畅通过的小门，鱼背样的屋顶，钥匙孔大门。“孩子们害怕了就能爬上这里和大人平起平坐的说话。”“冬天旋转楼梯下可以挤下所有的孩子，很暖和，头顶还有天光。”“图纸上看不到的空间可能是孩子们最爱的地方。”在这样的幼儿园，有谁愿意长大？

 

     

 

 

明天以后到八月可能都没有假日了，但是我的工作狂本质再次暴露无遗。想想八月回国等长签需要被动放假那么长时间，既期待又无奈。

 

其实很羡慕那些能把梦想挂在嘴边，却一点都不为蹉跎的时光而愧疚的人。我还是低下头，一点点把我的都实现吧。

 

   21.06.08

挪威果然有森林。

Ci sono davvero foreste in Norvegia.

Bergen是个多雨的城市，那一大片天空在头顶，总有雨云黑压压的觊觎着，但是感谢夏天漫长的白昼，太阳总是能逮到机会每天出来露个脸，尤其是傍晚（这里的傍晚都要在22：00以后了），可能是一天中最亮堂的时候。每天也大约都是在这个时候下班，走过城市中心的Torgalmenningen广场，著名的露天鱼市早已打烊，它的背后就是连着大海的那片金灿灿的天空。那些被描了金边海鸥，便是鱼市最后的客人了。

Bergen è una città piovosa. Su nel cielo ci sono sempre nuvole nere che stanno in agguato. Ma con sollievo, il giorno durante l’estate è longo e il sole riesce a rischarare quasi ogni giornata. Specialmente il crepuscolo (dopo le 22:00 qua), è forse il più luminoso della giornata. Ritorno a casa tutti i giorni proprio a quell´ora. Quando passo per La Piazza Torgalmenningen nel centro della città, il famoso mercato del pesce è gia chiuso, vedo il cielo dorato dietro che si mescola con il mare. Quei gabbiani tinti d´oro sono gli ultimi clienti. 

(simona, sei un angelo.)

                                                                   

该是让故事继续下去的时候了，太久了。。。

 

But as the name of Sybelle’s house, gradually, everything began to go round with merry. Thomas relaxed himself by acting like a cowboy. Believe me it wasn’t that silly for a boy at that age. Sybelle chuckled for his trying but still awkward movement. She tried to talk but all he could answer at first was “uh-huh”. He was also amused by this kind of communicating. After he finally found a place to hold – the pole connected the horse to the roof, he found it far more useful than miming west movie. Now he’s alright in a mood for a conversation:

 

“I beg your pardon?”

 

“I just asked if you’d ever been aboard such kind of recreation facilities.”

 

“Ah, yes! Of course,” Thomas found his guts and said, “even more recreational ones!”

 

“I guess so.” Sybelle grinned. Thomas felt relieved since Sybelle didn’t ask for examples.

 

During a moment of silence, Thomas began to enjoy this circling ‘recreation facility’. Everything around swept pass and swept back again, with the horse under his crotch moving up and down. He suddenly felt mesmerized. He turned to Sybelle and blurted:

 

“Don’t you realize you look so pretty in front of such a non-stopped background?”

 

“Thank you,” Sybelle answered unrestrainedly, “actually you’re the first one I invited home.”

 

If you find both kids began to speak in a mature way, ask what they show on TV these days. But still they were young, neither of them have any idea what flirting is. So try to understand their conversation in a more decent way, and soon you will see.

 

“So, I’m honored. Then we can be good friends. May I come to see you everyday after school and join you circling?”

 

“Of course you may. Let’s play together, always.” (Well, I guess that’s what they learnt from school, not from TV.)

（to be continued...）

 

“I’m Thomas.” Then suddenly the boy couldn’t think of what to say.

 

He just waited there quietly, trying very hard to fix his eyes on Sybelle, what was quite impossible to do. But it was not hard enough for him to notice her beauty. He thought she was the most beautiful girl he ever knew. Actually he just didn’t have time to compare her with the other beautiful girls he knew before, and he didn’t want to, really.

 

“Nice to meet you!” He finally found something right to say. There came no reply. But just before he opened his mouth again to say something else like that, Sybelle said: “Do you want to come in?”

 

I don’t think this was the first time for Sybelle to make an invitation. But Thomas was so flattered and became the first one to accept it. He moved a little bit closer.

 

“Can you stop it for a while? So I can ride over in.”

 

“I don’t know how really. Anyway I don’t think it would be difficult for you to make it,” Sybelle said with a smile. She’s telling the truth. The merry-go-round never stopped and was not fast or high at all. She just popped in and out everyday.

 

“Ok, let me try,” said Thomas unwillingly. He concentrated for a few second, then leaped forward.

 

He must have overestimated the speed of the merry-go-round and therefore overexerted. He landed on his belly and hit Benjamin’s huge nose with the right side of his head. He got up embarrassedly and slowly, avoiding falling over again. He heard Sybelle giggling without lifting up his head. She’s just on the horse next to him.

 

“It’s ok. I won’t tell the others,” said Sybelle, trying really hard to hold her giggling with a smile, “Find yourself a seat please, and make yourself comfortable please.”

 

“Ok, thanks.” Thomas mounted Benjamin hastily, because he’s the closest one. But for his clumsiness he just couldn’t feel comfortable anyhow.

 

（to be continued...）

Of course sometimes she left the merry-go-round to go to somewhere else. No teenager likes to stay at home 24-7. She did go to school, and she had to go to the bank herself, to take money for food and everything else. Other kids just asked their parents to go.

 

She didn’t make a lot of friends at school. Nobody likes weird kids. You won’t like the boy who always sneezes when watching the sun. You won’t like the boy who wants to pee every time he enters a bookstore. And you won’t like a girl living in a merry-go-round, while you are living in a normal but luxury big house. That’s why she barely talked.

 

Here came a boy from another theme park. He’d never been on a merry-go-round before. There’re only true animals in his. This boy was not weird at all, save that he liked to make friends with those were weird. When he saw the merry-go-round he couldn’t help wondering how different it was for living in from his own normal house. Meanwhile, the girl was sitting on the back of Nara, the handsome mare who was always taken for a stallion. He watched her turning round and round but couldn’t find a chance to catch her attention, so he just shouted, though his parents (also lived in a normal house) had told him shouting was not polite, especial to a girl you meet for the first time.

 

“Hi there, what should I call you please?”

 

“Sybelle!” the girl shouted back. She talked!

 

（to be continued...）