【英语语言学习】无家可归的人的故事

 As a little girl, I always imagined I would one day run away. From the age of six on, I kept a packed bag with some clothes and cans of food tucked away in the back of a closet. There was a deep restlessness in me, a primal 1 fear that I would fall prey 2 to a life of routine and boredom 3. And so, many of my early memories involved intricate daydreams 4 where I would walk across borders, forage 5 for berries, and meet all kinds of strange people living unconventional lives on the road.

Years have passed, but many of the adventures I fantasized about as a child -- traveling and weaving my way between worlds other than my own — have become realities through my work as a documentary photographer. But no other experience has felt as true to my childhood dreams as living amongst and documenting the lives of fellow wanderers across the United States. This is the nomadic 6 dream, a different kind of American dream lived by young hobos, travelers, hitchhikers, vagrants 7 and tramps.
In most of our minds, the vagabond is a creature from the past. The word "hobo" conjures 8 up an old black and white image of a weathered old man covered in coal, legs dangling 9 out of a boxcar, but these photographs are in color, and they portray 10 a community swirling 11 across the country, fiercely alive and creatively free, seeing sides of America that no one else gets to see.
Like their predecessors 12, today's nomads 13 travel the steel and asphalt arteries 14 of the United States. By day, they hop 15 freight trains, stick out their thumbs, and ride the highways with anyone from truckers to soccer moms. By night, they sleep beneath the stars, huddled 16 together with their packs of dogs, cats and pet rats between their bodies.
Some travelers take to the road by choice, renouncing 17 materialism 18, traditional jobs and university degrees in exchange for a glimmer 19 of adventure. Others come from the underbelly of society, never given a chance to mobilize upwards 20: foster care dropouts, teenage runaways 21 escaping abuse and unforgiving homes.
Where others see stories of privation and economic failure, travelers view their own existence through the prism of liberation and freedom. They'd rather live off of the excess of what they view as a wasteful 22 consumer society than slave away at an unrealistic chance at the traditional American dream. They take advantage of the fact that in the United States, up to 40 percent of all food ends up in the garbage by scavenging for perfectly 23 good produce in dumpsters and trash cans. They sacrifice material comforts in exchange for the space and the time to explore a creative interior, to dream, to read, to work on music, art and writing.
But there are many aspects to this life that are far from idyllic 24. No one loses their inner demons 25 by taking to the road. Addiction 26 is real, the elements are real, freight trains maim 27 and kill, and anyone who has lived on the streets can attest 28 to the exhaustive list of laws that criminalize homeless existence. Who here knows that in many cities across the United States it is now illegal to sit on the sidewalk, to wrap oneself in a blanket, to sleep in your own car, to offer food to a stranger? I know about these laws because I've watched as friends and other travelers were hauled off to jail or received citations 29 for committing these so-called crimes.
Many of you might be wondering why anyone would choose a life like this, under the thumb of discriminatory laws, eating out of trash cans, sleeping under bridges, picking up seasonal 30 jobs here and there. The answer to such a question is as varied 31 as the people that take to the road, but travelers often respond with a single word: freedom. Until we live in a society where every human is assured dignity in their labor 32 so that they can work to live well, not only work to survive, there will always be an element of those who seek the open road as a means of escape, of liberation and, of course, of rebellion.
Thank you.