In Amman, the capital of Jordan, the waiting is intense. 'It is the uncertainty that's killing us,' said a young woman in one of the city's ministries as freezing rain lashed the streets outside. When is the war going to start? How long will it last? What will happen? Everyone wants to know, but nobody has the answers. Amman is heavy with journalists, spies, and diplomats. Jordanians are angry and frightened by the prospect of war, but the many Iraqi exiles living there are excited, although apprehensive. They are daring to hope that the days of the 'Saddamites,' as they call them, are truly numbered.
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