As he look out the window into the starry sky, Francis thought about his friends. He thought about the work most of his friends did, and their eight-hour shifts. Clock in at nine am. Clock out at five pm.
Hi signed and thought of his own shift. He was three months into it, and had nine months to go. It sometimes got lonely, but as Francis gazed out the thick glass of the window and saw green and blue of the earth far below, there was nothing like working at an international space station.
弗朗桑望着窗外的浩瀚星空,想起他的朋友们。他想着朋友们所做之事,他们的八小时工作制。朝九晚五。
再想想他自己。他呆在这里3个月了,还要再呆9个月。有时倍感孤独,但当弗朗桑透过厚厚的窗玻璃凝视着蓝绿相间的远在下面的地球,没什么能和国际空间站的工作一样。