神父加布耶尔卷起袖子,露出一截枯枝般的手臂,十字架文身衬着苍白的皮肤,再加上如蚯蚓般弯弯曲曲的神秘字符,竟有些触目惊心的味道。不过是五月的清晨,烈日炙烤下的四十烈士教堂已是热意蒸腾,我俩只能躲在高墙下的阴影里聊天。好在马尔丁最不缺的便是云塔古刹、隧洞城垣。坐落于南土耳其与叙利亚的交界处,马尔丁素来有“悬崖下的古城”之称,所有房子均是依山而建,逶迤排列直至山顶,俯瞰着一望无际的美索不达米 Gabriel, Father, rolled up his sleeves, revealing a twig-like arm, cross tattoos lining the pale skin, plus mysterious characters such as earthworm-like twists and turns, some surprising taste. But in the early morning of May, the forty martyrs church under the scorching sun was transpirational, and we could only chat in the shadows hiding under the high walls. Fortunately, Mardin is the most lacking is the ancient temples, tunnel walls. Located at the junction of South Turkey and Syria, Mardin has always been known as “the ancient city under the cliff”, all built on hillsides, all the way up to the summit, overlooking the endless Mesopotamian