We met in Amsterdam for our flight to Amman. The vehicles that were supposed to meet us in Amman weren’t there when we arrived because Paola, our connection in Baghdad, had told the driver we were arriving the following day. Consequently when we got to the dangerous stretch of highway outside Falluja, night was falling. One of our vehicles was hijacked and robbed by three gun-wielding ali babas in a black Mercedes. Fortunately Rosey, Ann, Frances and Diego weren’t injured.