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With war in Iraq literally a day away, any activity in this office seems ludicrous, but today, nine "tourists" have brought their backpacks, jugs of water, and cartons of cigarettes, in preparation for the 10-hour road trip to Baghdad. There, in theory, they will embark on the "Program of Ancient Monuments," a seven-day excursion to Iraq's glorious historic sites. The itinerary promises trips to the ancient cities of Nimrod, Ur, and Samarra, along with day trips to Babylon, and Mosul in the north.
They are not all tourists, of course; some of them are journalists, a few are so-called human shields, and some are perhaps going just for the reasons that tourists go placesto say that they've been there. All of them are seizing the opportunity to take the only remaining road back to the Iraqi capital before the bombs fall. One of them is not sure which category she is in. "I just don't want to die foolishly, or for no cause," says Antoinette McCormick, an American who served in the military during the last Gulf War.
Another peace tourist, who declined to be named, left his wife and daughter in Washington, D.C., a few weeks ago, without telling them where he was going. He looks into the distance, either withdrawn or nervous, when asked why he is off to a place that will soon look like hell.
But underneath the nerves and anxious talk, it is clear that these nine people are truly tourists, people who will say they were there in Iraq the day the sky fell. And later this Monday, as George W. Bush all but declared war, there were no illusions that the group faces anything less than the ride of their lives.
The bus pulls up outside the travel agency and the group loads on their bags. At just after 3 p.m., what may be the last tourist bus to visit Saddam Hussein's Iraq finally departs. But there's a problem with the visas, so 15 minutes later, they stop at a hotel for drinks. McCormick has a Bloody Mary, and then another. "I might have to take some Xanax," she says.
The news that war is imminent has taken hold, and McCormick is rethinking her humanitarian mission, especially after a lecture from a German photographer. "Going to any official site as a shield is a really good way to die," he says. "Electricity stations, communications facilitiesgo there if you want to die." He describes how buildings come apart after they've been hit by bombs, how even basement ceilings can collapse. "You have a really good chance of getting killed on this trip," he concludes.
If there is nervousness in the room, none of it penetrates like the fear on the face of the group's bus driver. Khoder Omran and his family, unlike the others, will have nowhere in Baghdad to hide, and for him too the news of the day has been sinking in. He asked, "Do you really think the war is coming?" He hadn't seen any news in Iraq, and didn't hear about Monday's diplomatic failures. "I hope war doesn't come, because it will target the poor. Not Saddam, not the Iraqi army," he says quietly, as his partner, Abbas, who has fallen asleep in the seats just behind him, starts to snore.
"It will just target us."
Brent Balloch, of Balloch and Roe Services, is making maps. "I discovered at nine this morning that no one here had a good map of Iraq," he says, over a freshly squeezed orange juice at Amman's Hyatt hotel, where most of the journalists are staying. Balloch has the flu, which he assures is the normal, Italian kind, as opposed to its deadly airline-prone cousin. Sick, and operating at full speed with almost no sleep, the 28-year-old New Zealander cuts a charming figure in his gray, three-button suit.
"So you know what I did? I contracted the only two people in Jordan who make maps," he continues. "And tomorrow, we're going into the map-making business."
This is only one of the businesses that Balloch and his partner have gone into, in advance of war in Iraq. He is securing mobile offices for news organizations and many of the large non-governmental organizations now located here. He has found lead boxes for journalists, so that the high-powered American microwave bombs don't fry their satellite phones. He has camera equipment, but has sold out of his flak jackets. He knows an electrician, who knows an engineer, who knows a truck driver, and so on.