The nimble king
The Mafraq highway leads away from the capital city of Amman, Jordan, to the border. On the other side is Syria. No one visits there anymore; to be at the checkpoint is a disquieting experience, as if taking one step in would tumble you into a vortex towards hell. The flow of people, the terrified citizens who chose — if choice is the right word — to leave their land is one-way only, to a refugee camp in Jordan.