我被开车的巴桑推醒时细长的ＧＭＣ已经恍然驶抵的伊边界。朦胧中极不情愿地揉开沉重的上眼皮，原本漆黑如墨的汽车玻璃开始跳跃橘黄色的路灯……高达丈余的萨达姆画像迎风屹立，就像文革中无处不在的毛主席。此时我才发现，在安曼和我们同乘一车的小胡子和彪形大汉不知何时下 When I was driven by Pasang, the slender GMC had arrived at the Iraqi border. Yao Zhong reluctantly kneaded his heavy upper eyelids and the original black ink glass began to jump through the orange street light... Saddam Hussein’s portrait stood in the wind, like the ubiquitous Chairman Mao in the Cultural Revolution. At this point, I discovered that the moustaches and big guys who had a ride with us in Amman don’t know when