Its so quiet in Amman

I woke up every hour last night. I've already written about the noise of Baghdad (see older posts). Now I miss it.

But I always miss Baghdad.

I also miss Borkon. I took him some Tequila chicken yesterday morning (left over from the night before). He knew something was up. He stood perfectly still and watched me as I waited for my car. He was still standing there, on his spindly little legs, staring after us as we drove away.