一封海德格尔写给阿伦特的情书

亲爱的汉娜：
这是山上一个奇异的冬天，因此，我做了一些美妙的、神清气爽的远行……
我常常希望我们心灵相犀。这里山峰的孤绝，山民们质朴的生活，与太阳、风雪和天穹等自然元素的接近，在一条深雪覆盖的宽阔斜坡上那被弃小径的天真——所有这些，让灵魂那么悠远，远离一切涣散和忧郁的存在……
当暴风雪在小木屋外怒号之时，我就忆起“我们的暴风雪”，或者我就沿着拉恩河静静地散步，或者，我梦见一个身穿雨衣的少女，她的帽子拉下来遮住那大大的、真实的眼睛，她第一次走进我的办公室，羞涩而拘谨，只有简短的答话——然后我的画面转换到这学期的最后一天——然后我确切地知道了，生活就是历史。
我珍惜的爱人，
你亲爱的，
马丁
                
                
【原文】
Dear Hannah,
It is a marvelous winter up here, so I've had some wonderful, refreshing trips....
I often hope that you are doing as well as i am here. The solitude of the mountains, the quite life of the mountain people, the elemental nearness of sun, storm, and heavens, the simplicity of an abandoned trail on a wide and deeply snow-covered slope ----- all this keeps the soul far, far removed from all unfocused and moddy existence....
When the storm is howling outside the cabin, then I remember "our storm," or I take a quiet walk along the Lahn River, or I dream about a young girl in a raincoat, her hat pulled down over her large, quite eyes, who entered my office for the first time, shy and reserved, giving every question a short reply ----- and then I transpose the picture to the last day of the semester ---- and then I know for sure, that life is history.
I hold you dear,
Yours,
Martin