（外文电子版资料）Joe Haldeman - Lindsay and the Red City Blues.pdf

LINDSAY AND THE RED CITY BLUES The ancient red city of Marrakesh, his guidebook said, is the last large oasis fo travelers moving south into the Sahara. It is the most exotic of Moro Africa and Black Africa meet in a setting that has changed but little in the past thousand years. In midafternoon, the book did not mention, it becomes so hot that even the flies stop moving. The air conditioner in his window hummed impre air. He had complained three times, and the blank stare. By two oclock his little warren was unbearable. He fled to the street, where i was hotter. Scott Lindsay was a salesman who demonstrated chemical glassware for a large scientific- supply house in the suburbs of Washington, D.C. Like all Washingtonians, Lindsay though that a person who could survive summer on the banks of the Potomac could survive i anywhere. He saved up six weeks of vacation time pleasant enough, and the Pyrenees were even cool, but nobody had told him that on Augus first all of Europe goes on vacation; ever months, restaurants are jammed or closed, connections to cities where only the most expensive hotels have accommodations. In Nice a Canadian said he had just come from Morocco, where it was hotter than hell bu there were practically no tourists this time of year. Scott looked wistfully over the poisoned but still blue Mediterranean, felt the pressure of remembered Bogie, and booked the next flight to Casablanca. Casablanca combined the charm of Pittsburgh with the climate of Dallas. The still air was thick with dust from high-rise construction. He picked up a guidebook and riffled through i and, on the basis of a few paragraphs, took the predawn train to Marrakesh. The Red City, it went on, takes its name from the color of the local sandstone fro which the city an