我们那六个挖掘工人在铲掉一片扁平石头上火山灰般干硬的泥巴。我坐在他们上面一道墙上监工。和我合伙的坦纳在营帐里,患着间歇性的疟疾。暮色笼罩约旦山峦,大雨点开始溅落在干涸的泥土上。工头哈辛站起来对我咧嘴笑。 Our six diggers shovel out the ash-laden, dry, hard mud on a flat rock. I am sitting above them a wall supervisor. Tanner, who I partner with, has intermittent malaria in his camp. Twilight shrouded Jordan hills, heavy rain began to splash in the dry soil. Foreman Husin stood up and grinned at me.