一这是一个漫长的秋夜。凌晨一时许从首都机场出发,飞行九个多小时抵达伊斯坦布尔,依然是夜幕沉沉。这座跨越欧亚两洲的城市还处在黎明前的酣睡中,连街灯也似乎睡眼蒙眬,光晕昏黄散漫,无精打采。迎接我们的是一位叫齐蕾尔的土耳其女士,矮胖矮胖的,一副善良平和的模样,汉语也说得比较自然。她带我们登上一辆奔驰面包车,没多久便到了下榻的宾馆。我们来得太早,预定的客房还有人在享受深沉的美梦,而可以开的房间却没有配置电热水壶。为了未来几天里 This is a long autumn night. At about 1 am, from the Capital Airport, more than nine hours flight arrived in Istanbul, it is still dark night. This city across the Eurasian continent is still in the sleep before dawn, and even the street lights seem sleepy, hazy dim, listless. Greet us with us is a Turkish lady named Qi Laier, a chunky, kind and gentle man with a fair Chinese language. She took us onto a Mercedes van and soon arrived at her hotel. We came too early, the booked room was still enjoying a deep dream, while the open room did not have an electric kettle. For the next few days