Water Crisis in Spain（共三段音频）
(一)There've been floods, gales and heat waves across Europe -- and some lay the blame for the unpredictable weather on climate change.
Spain is undergoing its worst drought for sixty years with many areas in the south of the country not seeing a drop of rain for months. Some reservoirs are nearly empty while the volume of water in some rivers is down to a third of its normal level.
Guadalajara, in the centre of the country, used to be a prosperous tourist area. Its old Moorish name, ironically, means "water running through rocks." But when Emma Jane Kirby visited the small town of Buendia, she found an ecological disaster area in the making.
There's a strange smell around the lake at Buendia, the sort of smell that greets you when you first open the fridge after a week or two away from home -- a putrid stench of salad leaves that've begun to turn to compost in their cellophane bag. I'm reluctant to mention this to my companion, Marco Obispo because this after all is the place where he has spent every one of his summer holidays and just a few hours ago we were pouring over the family photograph books while he reminisced wistfully about his idyllic childhood.
The problem is I don't recognize this place as being the same one he showed me in the pictures. Those images boasted bronzed children racing joyfully down a bank of emerald green grass towards a vast expanse of water so blue that the cornflower sky above looked dazzled. But this landscape is bleached and barren, the banks crusted white, the ponds patchy and the colour of thin ink. Beneath my feet crunch a graveyard of dead algae, as fragile and lifeless as newly shed snakeskin and not a single child's shout breaks the hot and stifling air.
"That smell," says Marco suddenly "Is the smell of life drying up and rotting away." He pushes his big arms in front of him and begins to mime the breaststroke. "My dad taught me to swim just about where you're standing now -- I remember being scared of the deep water then -- now it's only about knee deep in the centre of the lake."
译文：在整个欧洲，洪水、暴风和热浪连续出现，一些人把这些归咎于气候的无常变化。
西班牙正经历六十年来最严重的干旱，该国南方不少地区数月来滴雨未见。一些水库几近干涸，一些河流的流量不到常年的三分之一。
位于该国中部的瓜达拉哈拉过去是一个旅游业繁荣的地区。它原来的摩尔语名字，很有讽刺意味，意思是“流淌在石头上的水”。但是，当埃玛·简·科比来到布温迪亚这个小镇时，她发现一个生态灾难正在形成。
布温迪亚湖周围弥漫着一种怪异的气味，就像你离家一两个星期后第一次打开电冰箱时扑鼻而来的那种气味——面包片腐烂变成装在玻璃纸袋里的肥料的那种气味。我都不愿向同事马可·奥比斯珀提起，因为这里毕竟是他每年夏天度假的地方，而且就在几个小时前我们还在翻看他的家庭相册，他还充满希望地回忆起了自己田园诗一般的孩提时代。
问题是我都认不出这地方与刚才他给我看的照片里的是同一个地方。在照片里，晒得黝黑的孩子欢快地沿着长满翠绿色青草的湖岸追逐，一直跑到一片开阔的湖水，蓝色的湖水使头顶上矢车草色的天空显得是那么耀眼。但是，现在这里是一片苍白荒凉的景象，湖岸裹着掉色的外壳，残存的一片片湖水象补丁一样显出淡淡的黑色。在我的脚下，一片枯死的藻类发出嘎吱嘎吱的响声，它们脆弱而无生气，就象刚蜕下来的蛇皮。令人窒息的空气中没有一丝孩子的喊叫声。
“这气味，”马可突然开口说，“是生命死去烂掉的气味。”他在胸前挥舞着双臂，开始模仿游蛙泳的姿势。“我父亲就是在你站的这个地方教我游泳的，当时我还害怕水太深，现在湖中心的水也只能到膝盖了。”
