"Predictably the black car was there which had led us to the trap. They roared
off as soon as we re-appeared. I’m quite
clear the rebels deliberately set us up to be shot by the Syrian Army. Dead
journos are bad for Damascus.That conviction only strengthened
half an hour later when our four friends in the same beaten-up black car
suddenly pulled out of a side-street, blocking us from the UN vehicles
ahead.The UN duly drove back past us, witnessed us surrounded by
shouting militia, and left town. Eventually we got out too and on the right
route, back to Damascus. In a war
where they slit the throats of toddlers back to the spine, what’s the big deal
in sending a van full of journalists into the killing zone?It
was nothing personal."