在巴基斯坦南部大城卡拉奇，住在闹市里的一间小旅舍。每天早上，总有奇香袭梦，那香，是那么浓、那么的强、那么的近、那么的活，硬生生地将缠在身上那份虚无飘渺的朦胧睡意驱赶殆尽。翻身坐起，趴在窗口，看。啊，那人，又在烙面饼了。古老得好似天方夜谭的石砌域外见闻炉灶 A small hostel in the middle of downtown in Karachi, a large city in southern Pakistan. Every morning, there is always a strange sweet dream, that incense, is so thick, so strong, so near, so live, abruptly wrapped around the body that part of the misty sleepy drowned out. Stand up, lie in the window, look. Ah, that person, again in the branded bread. The ancient is like a fantasy tower outside the stone oven