webdriver: переводы

→Lydia, Shannon. Names that I can't forget... My head is divided into thousands of fragments, little pieces of smashed crystals... ground sugar... interrupted words... A puzzle that I can't solve anymore. There is no future. These are the days without any tomorrows. \n\n July 1st \n\n When I was younger I could remember everything. Things that happened and that did not happen. \n Now I have to look though these pages if I want to find my memory. We can see the city from far away and everything we heard about it seems true. Seattle is a ghost city. \n You'll never find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any. It didn't exist before, and even less so now. You can deceive yourself, like this professor. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write Fuck You right under your nose.

→One of the girls died today. \n Young Karla died in an abandoned warehouse, and I no longer feel anything for her. I don't feel even a tiny bit. Grief is something that disappears with death. \n More than four months have already gone by since the start of this bloody disease that has destroyed our little world... Everything that we knew in the world is gone. Four months that changed the rules of nature and human beings. Also four months without my wife and daughter. It's hard to keep on going when four months seem like four years.\n Harder still to keep hope alive. Doing my best to find them in the only place they could be.\n Today even the young people die. And the thing that still puzzles me the most is that some keep living... or whatever they call the condition they are in. \n We are survivors of a fading world. Well, we... sometimes I doubt and wonder: Are we alive or are we also dead? \n Two days have passed since we entered Seattle looking for our last chance. It's the 4th of July today, a special day for Americans. Independence Day, they say. The birthday of the nation. How stupid to think about births... No one will celebrate anything today.

→When I was younger I could remember everything. Things that happened and that did not happen. \n Now I have to look though these pages if I want to find my memory. I wonder why I keep walking. We can see the city from far away and everything we heard about it seems true.