Mark had learned to swim, and we were lying on the lawn next to the baseball field once.I was going to see the dentist, but they wouldn't let me go because it's hard to replace a pitcher like me.My tooth hurts unbearably.A cat dips lightly across the lawn without getting hit by a ball.Some of us chewed the grass stalks, and some pulled the grass.The black cat was kept by the groundskeeper.Horten Thorntuck was wiping a bat with a wool sock.My tooth still hurts badly.The game has been going on for two hours, our side has lost badly and is now looking to make it up in the next game.It was a kitten, but not a kitten.From time to time, someone is practicing pitching on the sports field.

My toothache has not abated at all.There were several 100-meter runners on the runway practicing their starts, and each of them seemed anxious.The cat is going around in circles.A three-engined Ju-52 aircraft ① slowly flew through the air, with a huge roar but could not suppress the complaints of the teeth.The groundskeeper's black cat hides behind the grass with a white ring of saliva around its mouth.Mark fell asleep. There was an easterly wind, and the crematorium between the Union Cemetery and the Industrial Technical College was at work. Senate teacher ②Maren Brandt blew the whistle: practice passing instead.The cat jumped up and down.Mark was still sleeping, or appeared to be.

I was sitting next to him, my tooth ached so badly.The cat hopped over.Marc's Adam's apple is notable because it is unusually large and constantly moving, casting a shadow.The groundskeeper's black cat stood between Mark and me, ready to pounce.We form a triangle.My teeth stopped whining and the pain eased slightly as Mark's Adam's apple became a mouse in the cat's eye.The cat was so young, and Mark's Adam's apple was so flexible—in short, the cat jumped on Mark's Adam's apple.Maybe one of us grabbed the cat and pressed it to Mark's neck; maybe I caught the cat—either with a toothache or forgot about it—and made it look at Mark. gram of rats.Joachim Mark yelled, leaving a few inconspicuous scratches on his neck.

① The Ju-52 aircraft was an important air force for Germany in World War II. ②Fixed teacher positions set up in complete middle schools in Germany. I have to put all this in writing now because I was the one who exposed your mice to a cat and all cats.Even though we are both fictional characters, I still have to write.The man who made up us made me responsible for your Adam's apple time and time again for professional reasons, leading it to every place that has seen its victory or defeat.So I had the mouse chug above the screwdriver, and a flock of well-fed seagulls darted northeast over Mark's head, on a clear summer day when the wreck was A "Gull" class minesweeper back then, the color of the Baltic Sea was like a thick glass bottle of Celtus mineral water①.Since the story takes place southeast of the navigation buoy of the New Channel in Danzig, as long as Marc still has strings of water dripping from his body, I'll give him goosebumps the size of wheat-butt joints—not fear snaps. Instead, the shudder that usually comes from swimming too long has made his skin lose its surface smoothness.

① A mineral water produced in the Taunus Mountains of Germany. ② Danzig, now named Gdansk, is a port city in northern Poland. Our spindly, bony companions lay spread-legged on the wrecked bridge of the minesweeper above the water. No one asked Mark to dive again into the sunken ship's forward cabin and adjoining engine room, and use his screwdriver to pry out such small screws, pinion gears or other new gadgets: a densely written Polish and English text on it. A brass plate with the rules for machine operation.We were all sprawled out on the bridge out of the water.This "Gull" class Polish minesweeper① was launched in Modlin② and assembled in Göttingen③.A year ago④, it hit a rock in the southeast of the navigation buoy, just outside the main channel, and it did not hinder the navigation. ?

①During World War II, the Polish Navy minesweeper "Skylark" was captured by the German Navy and was dragged into the port of Danzig when it ran aground in shallow water on the shore. ② Modlin, a place name in Poland, is located at the confluence of the Narew River and the Vistula River in the northwest of Warsaw. ③ Göttingen, now named Gdynia, is a city in northern Poland, facing Danzig Bay, 20 kilometers north of Danzig. ④ refers to the late autumn of 1939. Seagull droppings are drying on the rusty sunken ship. No matter what the weather is, the fat seagulls are always soaring in the air. The intention is really puzzling.Seagulls fly and excrete slimy droppings.They never touch the soft and quiet sea, but often hit the rusty bridge.

The surface of the seagull's excrement is dull and off-white, and it hardens quickly after falling, small clusters next to small clusters, densely packed, and some even overlap up and down, forming piles.Every time we got on a minesweeper, we used our fingernails and toenails to break up the poop.Our nails are all split like this. In fact, except for Schilling who has the habit of biting nails and has many barbs on his hands, no one else bites his nails.Mark was the only one in our group with long nails.His nails are slightly yellowed from many dives.In order to maintain its length, Mark not only does not bite his nails, but also never picks seagull shit with it.

Besides, he was the only one among us who hadn't tasted the shit of a seagull.The rest had voluntarily bit the gray, shell-crumbing little mass of dung, chewed it into a frothy goo, and spat it on the deck.The stuff was tasteless to chew, or like plaster, or fishmeal, or anything else you could imagine: happiness, girls, and dear God.Winter, who sings well, said, "You know what? Those tenors eat this gull shit every day." Seagulls often catch our pale saliva in their beaks in mid-air, probably without even realizing what it is. Shortly after the outbreak of war, Joachim Marke turned fourteen.At that time, he could neither swim nor ride a bicycle, and he was not outstanding at all, and the Adam's apple that later attracted cats had not yet appeared.He is weak and sick, and has a doctor's written certificate, so he has been exempted from gymnastics and swimming lessons.Mark learns to ride a bicycle very funny.His expression was dull, his posture was stiff, his ears were swollen red, his knees were turned to the sides, and his legs kept moving up and down.The winter before he learned to ride, he signed up to learn to swim at the indoor pool in Unterstadt.Initially, he was only allowed to practice swimming moves on land with the eight to ten age group.The following summer, he still couldn't hit the water at first.The administrator of the Bresen Beach first let Mark perform movement training on the beach before allowing him to use the water swimming learning device.The caretaker had the figure of a typical bath worker, with a belly like a buoy, thin and long legs, without a hair on them, and looked like a buoy wrapped in cloth.For many afternoons we wandered away without Mark.He was greatly encouraged by the anecdote we told about the minesweeper that had run aground.After two weeks, he finally succeeded and was able to swim freely.

① Refers to the German invasion of Poland on September 1, 1939. ②Danzig Bay is a seaside tourist resort, which is a favorite place for Danzig citizens to go on holidays. He swam diligently between the trestle bridge, the tall diving platform and the bathing place, with a very serious attitude. In order to develop swimming endurance, he began to practice diving near the breakwater of the trestle bridge.At first, he picked up some common Baltic shells from under the water.Later, he filled a beer bottle with sand, threw it far away, and then dived down to touch it. Mark will probably be able to touch the bottle on time in no time, since he was clearly no novice when he first performed dives for us on the wreck.

He begged repeatedly to swim with us.Our group—there were about half a dozen of them—were slowly pre-wetting ourselves in the shallow waters of the co-ed baths, discussing our swimming course for the day.Mark stood on the trestle of the men's bath and shouted to us: "You take me! I will do it." A screwdriver hangs below his Adam's apple, distracting attention from his Adam's apple. "Okay then!" Mark went into the water with us, and he overtook us between the first sandbar and the second, but we caught up with him without much effort: "The boy will be ready in a moment." will get tired."

When Marc swims breaststroke, the screwdriver swings between his shoulder bones because it has a wooden handle; Failing to cover that nasty piece of cartilage between the chin and collarbone.This piece of cartilage looks like the dorsal fin of a raised fish, drawing a water mark. Afterwards, Mark did the show for us.He took the screwdriver into the water many times in a row, and every two or three dives he always brought up a small gadget that had been unscrewed with the screwdriver, such as a small cover, a piece of paneling, a part from a generator, and so on. He found a marine cable under the water, and used this rope that might break at any time to pull up a real Minimax fire extinguisher from the fore cabin of the sunken ship.This German-made contraption still works.Mark did it for us, showing us how to use the foam extinguisher and let the foam shoot out into the dark green sea.From day one, he has built a towering image. The foam floated in groups or strips on the gentle sea surface, attracting a few seagulls, but they stayed away in front of the foam.The foam gradually burst, and only a mass was thrown on the beach by the waves, which looked like a sour whipped cream. Mark also rested, squatting in the shadow cast by the compass room, his skin began to tighten.No, goose bumps appeared on his body before the foam on the bridge drifted away with the breeze. Mark was trembling all over, his Adam's apple was quivering up and down, and the screwdriver danced lightly above his trembling collarbone. His back had been distorted by the continual shudder, like a hailstorm.It was as red as cooked shrimp from the sun down on the shoulders, and it was cheese-like in places.The spine is like a mason's scraper, and the sides have been sunburned and shed a layer of skin.His lips were slightly yellow, the outer circle was bloodless, and his exposed teeth were chattering.He hugged his knees, scarred by the oyster-covered bulkhead of the sunken ship, with two exhausted hands, trying to make his body and teeth resistant to the sea wind. Horten Thorntuck—or maybe it's me? — yelled at Mark: "Don't go down there, you bastard! We've got to go home." The screwdriver began to stabilize. It took us twenty-five minutes to swim from the breakwater to the wreck, thirty-five minutes to swim across from the baths, and a full three quarters of an hour to return.Marc must be very tired, every time he climbed up the jetty a minute before us.He still maintains his Day 1 advantage.Every time we swam to the wreck—that's what we called the minesweeper—Mark had already dived once.No sooner had we reached with washerwoman's hands on a rusty, guano-spotted bridge or a revolving machine gun out of water than he hurriedly and silently showed us such easy-to-remove gadgets as hinges.Mark was shivering with cold, even though he had been slathered with cold cream since the second or third time he emerged from the water—Mark had pocket money. ① The minesweeper "Skylark" is equipped with a 75mm cannon and four rotating machine guns. Mark is the only son of their family. Mark could be considered a half-orphan. Mark's father had long since passed away. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, Marc always wears old-fashioned high-waisted leather shoes, which are probably left by his father. Mark tied the screwdriver with a lace of his black high-waisted shoes and hung it around his neck. It occurred to me now that besides the screwdriver, Mark had other things hanging around his neck for several reasons, but the screwdriver was more conspicuous. Around his neck is also sometimes worn a silver necklace with a Catholic silver pendant: a portrait of the Virgin Mary.He may have been wearing it all the time without us noticing; at least since the day he started practicing swimming strokes and kicking patterns with his hands and feet on the beach sand. Mark never took the pendant off his neck, not even during gymnastics class. He was also present in our gym that winter when he was just starting to learn the movements on land in the indoor swimming pool in Unterstadt and practice with the water swimming booklet.He no longer presented a medical certificate issued by his family doctor.The silver portrait of the Virgin Mary was either hidden behind the collar of the tight white gym suit, or hung just above the red stripe on the chest of the gym suit. Mark never breaks a sweat while practicing on the parallel bars.Trojan jumping is a movement that only the three or four best athletes of the school's Class A gymnastics team can do, but he is not to be outdone.He jumped up from the diving board, bent over, stretched his limbs, jumped over the long leather wooden horse, and fell crookedly on the cushion, sending up a cloud of dust; Necklace, portrait of the Virgin on one side.He did giant loops on the horizontal bar, and while his form wasn't very graceful, he always did two more than Horten Thorntucker, the best gymnast in our class.If Marc did thirty-seven giant swings, the silver pendant would always be flung out of his gym suit and circle the creaking bar thirty-seven times.The silver statue dangled in front of the light chestnut hair, but never broke free from his neck.In addition to the Adam's apple that can act as a barrier, Mark also has a protruding back of the head. The hairline and obvious bulge at the back of the head are enough to prevent the necklace from slipping off the neck.A screwdriver hangs above a portrait of the Madonna, and shoelaces hide a necklace.Even so, the tool never crowds out the Madonna, since this wooden-handled contraption is not allowed in the gym.Our gymnastics teacher was Senator Maren Brandt, well known in the sports world for having written a book of the standard rules of baseball.He forbade Mark to wear the shoelace screwdriver around his neck during gymnastics lessons.However, Maren Brandt never expressed any dissatisfaction with the amulet on Mark's neck, because in addition to gymnastics, he also took geography and religion.Plus, until the second year after the outbreak of the war.He has also been leading practice on the horizontal and parallel bars with the remaining members of the Catholic Workers Athletic Association. A shiny, slightly scuffed Virgin Mary was allowed to be worn around Mark's neck to protect him from his thrilling maneuvers, while the screwdriver had to hang with his shirt on a hanger in the dressing room waiting for it Owner. This is an ordinary screwdriver, durable and cheap.Mark often had to dive five or six times to plant a small, narrow sign, especially when the sign was fastened to metal and both screws had rusted to death.These little plates are not much larger than the name plates that are attached to the door of the house with two screws.Sometimes, after two dives, he was able to pry a large sign with a lot of writing off it, because he used the screwdriver as a crowbar and lifted the sign, along with the screws, from the rotten paneling.He showed us the spoils on the bridge.He was indifferent to collecting these small signs, and gave most of them to Winter and Jurgen Kupka, who collected indiscriminately all kinds of signs, including street signs and small signs for public toilets. Shop sign.Marc only brought home a few items that matched his existing collection. Mark didn't have it easy: while we napped on the wreck, he was working underwater.We picked at the guano, our skin was tanned like a cigar, our blond hair turned a blond, and Marc's skin was at best a new sunburn.When we looked at the passing ships north of the buoy, he kept staring down, his eyes were slightly red and inflamed, his eyelashes were few, and his pupils were light blue.I think the eyes only become curious when they are underwater.There were many times when Mark didn't bring up a small tag, didn't have any trophies, but just held the screwdriver that was bent out of shape.He showed the group his bent screwdriver, and they were impressed.Finally, he tossed the thing over his shoulder into the sea with a throw of his hand, causing a flock of seagulls to panic.His actions were neither out of discouragement, nor out of unknown fire.Mark definitely did not pretend to be indifferent, or threw the broken screwdriver behind his back indifferently. Even throwing away the screwdriver still had its meaning: Now I am about to start from another aspect. Show it to you guys! On one occasion, a steamer with double funnels carrying wounded soldiers sailed into the harbour.After some debate, we decided that the ship was the passenger liner König of the East Prussian Ocean Company.Joachim Mark dived into the foredeck of the wreck.Without a screwdriver, he slipped through the pry open hatch in the forward part of the wreck, just above the hatch in the dark green, murky water.Holding his nose between two fingers, he submerged his head first—his hair parted in the middle from swimming and diving, lying flat on his head—following his back and hips, and then from the left He raised his head, took a breath, and then stepped on the edge of the hatch with two feet, and slanted his body down into the dark and cool aquarium.Light poured in through the open porthole, and there were many jumpy sticklebacks, a school of immobile lampreys, and the hammocks in the forecastle swayed on ropes and were covered with rags. The seaweed in which the herring builds their nursery and the occasional straggling Atlantic finfish, the eel rumors are pure fiction, the flounder never visit. ①The "King" was requisitioned as a military hospital ship after the outbreak of the war, responsible for transporting the wounded. We hugged our slightly trembling knees and chewed the bird droppings into mucus with our mouths.With a bit of curiosity, everyone tired and nervously counted the naval sloops that were sailing in formation.Thick smoke spewed from the two funnels of the hospital ship and rose vertically into the sky.Mark has been underwater for a long time.Looking around, the seagulls are circling, and the waves are hitting the bow of the ship, smashing it on the brackets of the removed guns in the bow.There was a sound of splashing water at the back of the bridge, and the sea water flowed backwards between the ventilation ducts, repeatedly washing away the rivets there.Our nails were full of gray bird droppings, and our skin was dry and itchy.The water shimmered.The sea breeze brought the chug of the motor.Squeeze several spots firmly.The genitals are half erect.There are seventeen poplar trees between Bresen and Gretkau.Suddenly, Mark emerged from the water.Bluish-purple around the chin, slightly yellow above the cheekbones, and hair parted down the middle.He emerged from the hatch with a splash, then staggered across the bow deck in knee-high water.He stretched out his hand to grab the gun mount that was out of the water, knelt down, and looked at us blankly.We had to reach out and drag him onto the bridge.Regardless of the sea water dripping from his nostrils and mouth, he couldn't wait to show us his prize: a stainless steel screwdriver.It was made in England, with the head and handle cast from a single piece of steel and stamped "Made in Sheffield".This screwdriver has no rust or scars at all. It is coated with a layer of lubricating oil, and the sea water gathers into small water droplets and rolls down from the screwdriver. ① Danzig Bay seaside resort, located in the west of Bresen. ②In an industrial city in central England, knives, tools and tableware are traditional products of the city. Joachim Marke wore this heavy screwdriver around his neck, which could never be broken, for about a year.Even though we seldom if ever swam to the wreck afterwards, he still wore it on his shoelaces all day, hanging around his neck.Although he believes in Catholicism, he worships this screwdriver too much, perhaps it is because he believes in Catholicism.Before each gymnastics class, he always gave the screwdriver to the counselor teacher Maren Brandt for safekeeping, because he was afraid of being stolen.Even to Notre Dame, he took it with him.He went to Notre Dame on the Naval Road in New Scotland to say his morning prayers not only on Sundays but every day before his classes. Marc and his English screwdriver need not delay long on the way to Notre-Dame.From East Street, turn onto Bear Street①.There are many two-story houses on both sides of this street, some are double-roof villas, with columned porches and grape trellises in front of the door.Further ahead are two rows of residential buildings, some plastered and some not plastered, and there are patches of water stains on the walls.The tram turns to the right, and above the overhead wires is the sky, which is mostly covered by clouds.On the left is the small vegetable garden of the railway workers. The soil here is barren and sandy. The black and red pigeon houses and free cages are all made of wooden boards from wagons that have been eliminated. Behind the small vegetable garden is the railway signal light, which can lead to the free port zone②.There are round tower-shaped warehouses.A movable or fixed crane.The upper part of the freighter is painted with colorful paint, which is quite exotic.Two old gray liners stood there as usual.floating dock. Germania ③ Bread Factory.A few obstacle balloons ④ hung in the air, swaying gently, glowing with dazzling silver light.On the right side of the street is the former Helene Lange ⑤ Girls High School, which has been changed to Gudrun ⑥ Girls High School.The school building covers the criss-crossed metal frames of Xishao Shipyard⑦, only the huge rotating crane stands proudly.The school's playing fields are in good shape, the goals are freshly painted, the lawns are cut short, and the penalty area lines are dusted with white powder.Every Sunday, the blue-yellow team and the Halmir 98 team ⑧ confront each other here.Although there are no grandstands here, there is a new-style gymnasium, which is painted in a light ocher color, with tall and large windows, and a cross painted black with tar on the bright red roof, which seems extremely incongruous with this gymnasium.The original gymnasium of the New Scotland Athletic Association has been converted into Notre Dame, which can be said to be an emergency church, because the Sacred Heart Church is too far away, and has long lived in New Scotland and Shermere and East Citizens between Rue de la Rue and Rue West—mostly shipyard workers and post office and railroad workers—could send their petitions to the bishop's district of Oliva.It was still in the period of the Free City of Danzig⑩, the church bought this gymnasium, and it was fully remodeled for people to pray here. ①The author's description of the streets fully conforms to the real situation in Danzig, and the names of the streets are all in accordance with the names from 1940 to 1944. ②A duty-free area specially designated by the port, in which merchant ships from various countries can conduct free trade. ③It symbolizes the goddess of Germany. ④The large balloon fixed in the air is an obstacle set up to interfere with enemy air strikes. ⑤ Helene Chaoge (1843~1930), female teacher, leader of the German women's movement, and founder of the "National German Association of Female Teachers". ⑥ Gudrun is a smart and beautiful princess in the 13th-century German narrative poem "Gudrun", who was regarded by the Nazis as an ideal image of German women. ⑦ German Xishao Machine Manufacturing Company owned many shipyards in Elbing, Danzig and Konigsberg before 1945. ⑧That is, the football team of the Danzig City Shermir Sports Association, which was named because the association was founded in 1898. ⑨A Catholic church near Longfur train station. ⑩ From January 10, 1920 to September 1, 1939. The Notre Dame has many colorful paintings and intricately carved decorations, most of which were collected from the cellars or storerooms of the chapels in the Diocese of Danzig, and of course there were also private donations.Still, the gym's character is hard to hide, and it can't be denied.Not even the whiff of cigarette smoke and scented candles was enough to counteract the chalk, leather, gymnast smells and indoor handball championships of previous years.Because of this, the chapel has always had a certain indelible Protestant quality--the excessive simplicity of a chapel. The Sacred Heart Church is a neo-Gothic building with masonry structure. It was built at the end of the nineteenth century. It is far from the residential area and close to the suburban railway station.In this church, Joachim Mark's stainless steel screwdriver would probably look extremely incongruous, even ugly enough to be sacrilegious.At Notre-Dame, however, he could boldly and openly wear this fine imperial tool around his neck.The aisle here is neatly carpeted, the square milk-white glass windows reach to the ceiling, there is a neat row of metal brackets on the floor, which were used to fix the horizontal bar in the past, the surface of the concrete ceiling is very rough, and there is a gap between the panels. There are grooves, and the cast iron beams have been painted white.Once upon a time, these beams held several sets of rings, a swing, and half a dozen practice ropes for climbing.Despite a gilt-painted plaster icon at every corner, the chapel is so austere, deserted, and so modern that the stainless steel screwdriver, which a middle-school student who came to pray and then take communion thought, Having to hang this thing over his chest - not only did not attract the attention of the few faithful who came to morning prayers, but also did not attract the attention of Priest Gusevsky and his sleepy mass assistant - Usually it's me - feeling awkward. wrong!That stuff certainly won't escape my eyes.Whenever I attend Mass in front of the altar, even when the priest begins to pray, I always try to observe your behavior for various reasons.However, you probably don't want to let it go.You hid the lace-up thing under your shirt, so there are a few noticeable spots of oil on the shirt that roughly outline the outline of a screwdriver.Looking from the altar, he knelt on the bench in the second row on the left, with his eyes wide open, praying silently towards the altar of Our Lady.I believe the hazel eyes were probably inflamed from diving and swimming. Once, we came to the wreck.I can't remember which summer it was, maybe it was the first summer vacation after the outbreak of the war, that is, shortly after the unrest in France subsided, or maybe it was the summer of the following year.On that day, the weather was hot and gloomy, the mixed-sex baths were bustling and messy, the pennants were drooping, people’s flesh was swollen with blisters, the sales of cold drink shops surged, and the hot soles of their feet walked on the long and narrow carpet woven with coconut fibers. There was constant laughter in front of the locker room of the closed bathhouse. Some unrestrained children rolled on the beach, some walked slowly and laboriously, and some cut the soles of their feet.A little boy of about three years old—he would be twenty-three by now—was clumsily and monotonously beating a toy tin drum in front of caring grown-ups, turning the afternoon into a A smithy in hell.We left the beach and swam to our wreck.Standing on the beach, using the binoculars of the bathing manager, you can see that there are six heads on the sea that are gradually shrinking, and one of them is far ahead and reaches the destination first. ①From the German offensive on May 10, 1940 to the French surrender on June 20, 1940. ② Refers to Oscar Matzerath, the protagonist in the first part of the Danzig trilogy. We lay down on dried guano and hot rusted iron, barely able to move.Marc had already dived twice and surfaced with something in his left hand.In the forecastles and forecastles of wrecks, under beds of hammocks that have rotted, gently swayed or are still fastened, among schools of gleaming sticklebacks, among dense kelp and frightened fleeing Among the lampreys, he searched here and there, scratching here and there with a screwdriver.In the middle of a pile of junk, that is, in the sailing bag of sailor Witold Duczynski or Liczynski, he found a bronze medal the size of a palm.On one side of the medal, there is a small, slightly raised Polish eagle, and the name of the medal winner and the date of the award are engraved below it; on the other side, there is a relief of a general with a beard.After wiping with sand and bird droppings, a ring of inscriptions appeared around the medal. It turned out that what Mark touched was a medal with the portrait of Marshal Vassowski ① cast on it. ① Piłsudski (1867-1935), a Polish bourgeois politician, a major figure in the Polish Restoration Movement in the 20th century, served as the President of Poland, Chief of Staff and Minister of Defense. For the next two weeks, Mark was preoccupied with finding the medal.He found a tin plate commemorating the 1934 sailing regatta in the moorings of the port of Göttingen.In a narrow and inaccessible officer's dining room in front of the engine room, he found a silver medal about the size of a one-mark coin. The hanging ring of the medal was also made of silver, and there was no name engraved on the back. It was flat and slightly worn. , the shape and decoration on the front are elegant and rich: the relief of the Virgin Mary holding the Holy Child in the arms of the obviously raised. Protruding inscriptions show that this turned out to be the famous Madonna of Częstochowa.After Mark got on the bridge, he realized what he had touched.We handed him sand that had been blown over the wreck so he could polish the medals, but he didn't, preferring to leave the gray-black stains on them. ① Częstochowa is a city in south-central Poland, with precious murals and the famous painting "The Madonna of Częstochowa". We were clamoring to see what the silver medal looked like after it had been polished.By this time, he was already kneeling in the shadow of the compass room, moving the water artifact in front of his swollen knees until his downcast, pensive eyes picked the right angle.We made fun of him from the sidelines, and saw him tremblingly tapping the medal with his spotless light-blue fingertips, his trembling lips moving in prayer.From the back of the compass room came some Latin phrases: "O virgin of virgins, you will no longer grieve me ①" I am still sure that this must have been his favorite at that time, usually only Words from a hymn sung on the Friday before Palm Sunday. ① Quoted from the hymn "Mother with Tears in Her Eyes". ②Palm Sunday, also translated as Palm Sunday or the Holy City Festival, is a Christian festival held on the Sunday before Easter. The headmaster of our school, Klose, a senior councilor teacher—a party official, but who seldom gave lectures in a Nazi uniform—forbade Mark to wear the Polish medal around his neck in public and during classes. .Therefore, Joachim Marke later had to be content with the little amulet that everyone was already familiar with, and the stainless steel screwdriver worn under the Adam's apple that once made a cat look like a mouse. ① Refers to the German National Socialist Workers Party, that is, the Nazi Party. ②The uniform of the Nazi party is usually a brown round hat with brims, a brown shirt, a black tie, brown army eyes with epaulets, brown breeches, armbands with the Mizi logo, long leather boots, a belt with a ring tongue and shoulder straps . He hung the Madonna, in blackened silver, between the bronze Piłsudski reliefs and the enlarged photograph of Admiral Pointe, hero of the Battle of Narvik. ① Narvik, an ice-free port in Nordland County in northern Norway. In April 1940, the German army captured Narvik, known as the Battle of Narvik. ② Point (1896 ~ 1940), commander of the German fleet.In the Battle of Narvik, the fleet he led was sunk by the British Navy, and he himself was killed, and was later posthumously awarded a Knight's Cross.