Every Sunday, Fabian walks along the river. He takes the same path and sees the same ducks. He likes it because nothing changes.
每个星期天，法比安都沿着河边散步。他走同一条路，看同样的鸭子。他喜欢这样，因为什么都不会变。
Today, something is different. A girl in a yellow coat stands under the bridge. She looks at the wall. Then she looks at her phone. Then she looks at the wall again.
今天，有些不一样。一个穿黄外套的女孩站在桥下。她看看墙，又看看手机，然后又看看墙。
Fabian stops. "Are you lost?" he asks.
法比安停下脚步。“你迷路了吗？”他问。
"No," says the girl. "I look for something."
“没有，”女孩说，“我在找东西。”
"What is it?"
“找什么？”
"I do not know," she says. "That is the fun part. My phone says it is here, under this bridge. Within ten steps."
“我不知道，”她说，“有趣就有趣在这里。我的手机说它就在这座桥下，十步以内。”
Fabian looks at the wall and the ground. He sees stones, leaves, and a bottle. Nothing is special. "It is only a bridge," he says.
法比安看了看墙和地面。他看见石头、树叶和一只瓶子，没有什么特别的。“这只是一座桥，”他说。
"Then help me look," says the girl. Her name is Gita. She says it is a game. People hide small boxes in many places. Other people find them with their phones.
“那就帮我一起找吧，”女孩说。她叫吉塔。她说这是一种游戏：人们把小盒子藏在很多地方，别人用手机去找。
Fabian is not sure. He thinks about his Sunday plan. It is a short one: walk, sit, go home. But he has nothing to do. And the girl is kind. "Okay," he says. "Where do I look?"
法比安拿不准。他想起自己的星期天计划，那很简单：散步，坐一坐，回家。可他也没别的事做，而且这个女孩很友善。“好吧，”他说，“我该看哪里？”
"Look for something that is not right," says Gita. "Something that does not belong."
“找那些不对劲的东西，”吉塔说，“不属于这里的东西。”
Fabian walks slowly under the bridge. The air is cool and smells of wet stone. He looks at the wall, low and high. Every stone looks the same. Then he sees one stone. It is a little too clean.
法比安慢慢地在桥下走。空气凉爽，带着湿石头的气味。他从低处看到高处，每块石头看起来都一样。然后他发现了一块石头，它干净得有点过头了。
He puts his hand on it. It moves.
他把手放在上面，它动了。
"Gita!" he says. "Come here."
“吉塔！”他说，“快过来。”
The stone is not a stone. It is a gray plastic cover. Behind it there is a small hole in the wall. Fabian puts his hand inside. He pulls out a metal box. It is about the size of a loaf of bread.
那不是石头，而是一个灰色的塑料盖子。盖子后面，墙上有一个小洞。法比安把手伸进去，拉出一个金属盒子，大约有一条面包那么大。
Gita shouts with joy. They sit on the ground and open the box together. Inside, there is a notebook and a pencil. There is also a tiny plastic duck.
吉塔高兴地叫了起来。他们坐在地上，一起打开盒子。里面有一本笔记本和一支铅笔，还有一只小小的塑料鸭子。
Fabian opens the notebook. Many names are written on the pages. Some names have dates, and some have pictures. A child draws a house. A man writes, "Found it in the rain!" Somebody writes in another language, and he cannot read it.
法比安翻开笔记本。一页页上都写着许多名字，有的名字旁边写着日期，有的配着图画。有个孩子画了一座房子。有个男人写着：“雨中找到了它！”还有人用另一种语言写了几行，他读不懂。
"Who are all these people?" he asks.
“这些人都是谁？”他问。
"Walkers," says Gita. "Like us. Everyone who finds the box writes their name. The first note is from five years ago."
“散步的人，”吉塔说，“和我们一样。每个找到盒子的人都会写下自己的名字。第一条留言是五年前的。”
Fabian reads the first page. A person wrote: "Hello, finder. I hope your day is good. Please put the box back."
法比安读起第一页。有个人写道：“你好，发现者。祝你今天过得愉快。请把盒子放回原处。”
He smiles. All these people came to this same bridge. They looked at the same wall. And he walked here every Sunday and never knew.
他笑了。所有这些人都来过这同一座桥，看过同一面墙。而他每个星期天都走过这里，却从来不知道。
Gita writes her name and today's date. She gives the pencil to Fabian. He writes slowly: Fabian, Sunday, the ducks are still here.
吉塔写下自己的名字和今天的日期，然后把铅笔递给法比安。他慢慢地写道：法比安，星期天，鸭子们还在这里。
"Do we take something?" he asks.
“我们要拿走点什么吗？”他问。
"If you take something, you leave something," says Gita.
“拿走一样东西，就要留下一样东西，”吉塔说。
Fabian thinks. In his pocket there is a small blue button. He puts it in the box. He takes the tiny duck. Then he puts the box back in the hole. He closes the gray cover.
法比安想了想。他的口袋里有一颗小小的蓝纽扣。他把它放进盒子里，拿走了那只小鸭子。然后他把盒子放回洞里，盖上灰色的盖子。
"Next Sunday," says Gita, "I show you another one."
“下个星期天，”吉塔说，“我带你去找另一个。”
Fabian looks at the path along the river. It looks different now. "Which way?" he asks.
法比安望着河边的小路。它现在看起来不一样了。“走哪边？”他问。
