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Every morning at approximately 8:48 a.m., I pass it—the brick building that I visited many times as a child and that once seemed so grand, now a miniature playhouse in my mind. 　　 　　蓝天外语导读：每天早晨，大约8点48分的时候，我都会路过那栋砖砌的建筑。小时候，我曾经多次造访过那里。那时，这栋楼看起来是那么威严宏大，可如今它在我心里就像一个微型的玩具小屋。 　　 　　My father used to live there, along with 549 other inmates1). When I’d visit, as I often did, we’d chat and laugh—through a glass wall, telephones in hand. 　　 　　我父亲就曾住在那里，和其他549名囚犯生活在一起。我常常去探望他，每次去时，我们都有说有笑——只不过我和他之间隔着一堵玻璃墙，每人手里拿着电话。 　　 　　For me, it was normal. It was all I knew. And I relished2) connecting with him. It wa