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Marrakech 马拉喀什见闻 1、 As the corpse went past the flies left the restaurant table in a cloud and rushed after it, but they came back a few minutes later. 尸体被抬过去的时候， 成群的苍蝇嗡嗡地飞离了餐馆的饭桌， 尾随尸 体去，几分钟后又嗡嗡地飞了回来。 2、 The little crows of mourners –all me and boys, no women – threaded their way across the marker place between the piles of pomegranates and the taxis and the camels, wailing a short chant over and over again. What really appeals to the flied is that the corpses here are never put into coffins; they are merely wrapped in a piece of ray and carried on a rough wooden bier on the shoulders of four friends. When the friends get to the burying-ground they hack an oblong hole afoot or two deep, dump the body in it and fling over it a little of the dried-up, lumpy earth, which is like broken brick. No gravestone, no name, no identifying mark of any kind. The burying-ground is merely a huge waste of hummocky earth. Like a derelict building-lot. After a month or two no one can even be certain where his own relatives are buried. 一支人数不多的送葬队伍 -其中老老小小全是男的，没有女人 -挤过一 堆堆的石榴， 穿行在出租车和骆驼之间， 迂回着穿过市场， 嘴里还一 遍遍地哀号着一支短促的悲歌。 真正令苍蝇感兴趣的是这里的尸体从 来都不装进棺材， 而是只用一块破布裹着， 放在一副粗糙的木制担架 1 上，有死者的四位朋友抬去送葬。 达到坟场后， 朋友们首先挖出一块 一两英尺深的长方形的坑， 将尸体扔入坑中， 再在上面丢一些像碎砖 头一样的干土块。没有墓碑，没有留名，也没有任何身份标志，坟场 只不过是一片巨大的如同一块废弃的建筑工地般土丘林立的荒原。 一 两个月之后，就谁也找不到自己亲人的坟墓之处了。 3、 When you walk through a town like this –two hundred thousand inhabitants of whom at least twenty thousand own literally nothing except the rags they stand op in and still more how easily they die, you are walking among human  –when you see how the people live, it is always difficult to believe that beings. All colonial empires are in reality founded upon this fact. The people have brown faces –besides, there are so many o them! Are they really the sane flesh as your self? Do they even have names? Or are they merely a kind of undifferentiated brown stuff, about as individual as bees or coral insects? They rise out of the earth, they sweat and starve for a few years,