那些旧地方的图像，您来自的地方，永远不会完全消失。他们留在你身边，那些记忆的碎片；这些照片在您脑海中的某个地方，当它从童年的房间的窗户上闪烁并在射线中捕获了尘土斑点时，阳光的样子。关于您如何抬头看着睡垫上方的天花板；姨妈，祖父母或朋友的脸；在曾经是您当时所在的地方的所有事物中，也许不再是。
(Those images of those old places, the places you come from, never completely disappear. They remain with you, those scraps of memory; those pictures somewhere in your mind of how things were, of what the sun looked like when it shone through the window of your childhood room and caught floating specks of dust in its rays; of how you looked up at the ceiling above your sleeping mat; of the faces of an aunt or a grandparent or a friend; of all the things that once were, in that place that was home to you then, and perhaps are no longer.)