我少年时期读过《西游记》,以为印度太遥远啦,恒河就是天上的银河。玄奘取经穿越大漠,大约一粒沙子就是一步路吧,如果将他碰过的沙粒每一颗都想象为星星的话,可以重建一个宇宙。印度是无法到达的,那是一个神话。所以当我登上昆明飞往加尔各答的飞机时,有做梦的感觉,仿佛正在奔赴刑场,我要去的是天国。我很怀疑这趟航班,它真的是飞往印度吗?怎么与飞往纽约、巴黎的航班一模一样?机 I read “Journey to the West” in my youth, thinking that India is too far away, the Ganges is the Milky Way in the sky. Xuanzang learn through the desert, about a grain of sand is one step, if the sand he touched each one as a star, then you can rebuild a universe. India is unreachable, that is a myth. So when I boarded a plane flying to Kolkata in Kunming, I had a dream feeling as if I was going to the execution ground and I was going to heaven. I really doubt this flight, it really is to fly to India? How to fly to New York, Paris flight exactly the same machine?