When Gemma moved into the building, she never expected to follow a quarrel on her phone. One Monday, two strange networks appeared in her Wi-Fi list. The first was called "StopTakingMyParkingSpot". The second was called "ItIsNotYourSpot".
杰玛搬进这栋楼的时候，从没想过自己会在手机上追一场吵架。一个周一，她的Wi-Fi列表里冒出了两个陌生的网络。第一个叫“StopTakingMyParkingSpot”，第二个叫“ItIsNotYourSpot”。
By Wednesday, the names had changed. "ThirdTimeThisWeek" had replaced the first, and the second now said "ThenParkSomewhereElse". Gemma checked the list every morning, like someone reading the news. It was funny, but it was also a little sad. Two neighbors who could not speak to each other were shouting through their routers.
到了周三，名字变了。“ThirdTimeThisWeek”取代了第一个，第二个现在叫“ThenParkSomewhereElse”。杰玛每天早上都要看一眼列表，就像在看新闻。这很好笑，可也有点让人难过。两个无法开口说话的邻居，正通过路由器朝对方大喊。
She had a guess about who they were. One was probably Sabine, who lived above her and always carried a bag of oranges. The other might be the quiet man from the second floor. But Gemma had no proof, and she did not want to accuse anyone.
她心里有个猜测。其中一位很可能是住在她楼上的萨宾，她总是拎着一袋橘子。另一位也许是二楼那个安静的男人。可杰玛没有证据，也不想冤枉任何人。
"If nobody does anything, this could go on for months," she told herself. On Friday, she renamed her own network "LetsJustTalkOnThursday". Then she taped a note to the lobby mailboxes. It read: "Whoever owns the parking networks, please come here on Thursday at seven. I will bring tea. Nobody has to bring a router."
“要是谁都不管，这事可能会闹上好几个月，”她对自己说。周五，她把自己的网络改名为“LetsJustTalkOnThursday”。然后她在大厅的信箱上贴了一张字条。上面写着：“不管是谁的车位网络，请周四晚上七点来这里。我会带茶。不用带路由器。”
On Thursday evening, Gemma sat in the lobby with a thermos and three paper cups. For ten minutes, nothing happened. She was starting to feel silly when the elevator opened and Sabine stepped out, holding her oranges. At the same moment, the man from the second floor came down the stairs. Both of them stopped.
周四晚上，杰玛坐在大厅里，带着一个保温壶和三个纸杯。十分钟里，什么事也没发生。她正开始觉得自己有点傻，电梯门开了，萨宾走了出来，手里拎着橘子。就在同一时刻，二楼的那个男人从楼梯上走下来。两个人都停住了。
"You," said the man. "You are the one who keeps parking in my spot."
“是你，”男人说，“就是你老把车停在我的车位上。”
"Your spot?" Sabine said. "I have had spot fourteen for three years."
“你的车位？”萨宾说，“14号车位我已经用了三年了。”
"So have I. Spot fourteen."
“我也是。14号车位。”
Gemma poured the tea slowly. "Could you both check your parking cards?"
杰玛慢慢地倒着茶。“你们俩能不能都看看自己的停车卡？”
Sabine pulled a card from her bag. The man took one from his wallet. They held them side by side under the lobby light. Hers said fourteen. His said forty-one.
萨宾从包里掏出一张卡。男人从钱包里取出一张。他们把两张卡并排举在大厅的灯下。她的写着14。他的写着41。
"Forty-one is at the far end, by the bins," Sabine said. "You have been parking in mine."
“41号在最那头，靠近垃圾桶，”萨宾说，“你一直停在我的车位上。”
The man stared at his card, then at his shoes. "The paint on the wall has faded. It always looked like fourteen to me. So I have been angry at you for two months, and I was the one in the wrong."
男人盯着自己的卡，又低头看了看自己的鞋。“墙上的漆褪色了。在我看来，它一直像14。所以我生了你两个月的气，结果错的人是我。”
"Two months and one week," Sabine said. "I counted."
“两个月零一周，”萨宾说，“我数过。”
Gemma handed each of them a cup. "Tea?"
杰玛给他们每人递上一杯。“喝茶吗？”
"Yes, please," the man said. "And I need a new network name. Any ideas?"
“好的，谢谢，”男人说，“我还得起个新的网络名。有什么主意吗？”
"Try 'SorryAboutSpotFourteen'," Sabine said.
“试试‘SorryAboutSpotFourteen’吧，”萨宾说。
