It is so dark that I can’t see more than a couple of inches ahead of me. My hand strokes its way along a cold, iron bannister and I shuffle slowly up the narrow stone staircase, feeling for each new step with my toes. “I think it might be on the next floor,” my friend, a Belgrade native, says from somewhere above me. “I’m not sure though. I’ve only been here once.”
光线暗得伸手难见五指，手摸冰冷的铁栏杆，顺着窄窄的石板楼梯慢慢往上挪行时，每走一级台阶就得先拿脚去试才行。“我觉得好像上一层就是，”走在我前面的贝尔格莱德(Belgrade)当地朋友在黑暗中对我说。“我也不太有把握，这个地方我只来过一回。”
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