英语翻译
That cold January night,I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco.There I was,walking home at one morning after a tiring practice at the theatre.With opening night only a week away,I was still learning my lines.I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time.As I walked,I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco.City life had become too much for me.
As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings,I felt very small and cold.I began running,both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers (抢劫犯).Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.
About a block from my apartment (公寓房间),I heard a sound behind me.I turned quickly,half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun.The street was empty.All I saw was a shining streetlight.Still,the noise had made me nervous,so I started to run faster.Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been.It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.
Suddenly I wasn't cold or tired any more.I ran out of the door and back to where I'd heard the noise.Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes,my wallet was nowhere to be found.
Just as I was about to give up the search,I heard the garbage truck (垃圾车) pull up to the sidewalk next to me.When a voice called from the inside,"Alisa Camacho?" I thought I was dreaming.How could this man know my name?The door opened,and out jumped a small red haired man with an amused look in his eyes."Is this what you're looking for?" he asked,holding up a small square shape.翻译