With only six minutes until departure from Oslo Central station, the F6 train was brightly lit inside, passengers popping in and out of compartment doors. We were not on board. In our eagerness, we’d plucked the key cards to our own compartments from the conductor’s hand on the concourse, then rushed down the ramp to the platform, forgetting to note our carriage number. Now, a kindly employee holding a bag of fresh radishes was peering at the cards. “I can’t help you, I’m afraid,” he shrugged. “I’m just driving the train.”
距離奧斯陸中央車站發車只剩六分鐘，F6列車車內燈火通明，乘客在各隔間門前進進出出。我們卻還不在車上。因為心急，我們在站廳從列車員手里搶先拿走了自己隔間的房卡，隨后沿坡道直奔站臺，卻忘了記下車廂號。此時，一位拎著一袋新鮮蘿卜的好心員工正盯著卡片看。“恐怕幫不上忙，”他聳了聳肩說，“我只是這趟車的司機。”
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