We were coming back from work, around 2.30ish, which is rush hour in Tripoli. Near our hotel is a big row of schools along a main road – kids of all ages. There are four lanes of traffic, moving at changeable speeds, it’s busy, and everybody lane-hops like crazy. Then as we slow right down I see this little girl, seven years old or thereabouts, walking across the road, right in front of us. She still had two lanes to go, and the traffic which had been briefly stationary began to move quickly. But she carried on, in an almost straight line, almost not flinching, one car saw her and braked, the next just saw her and swerved at the last minute, and oh my god! She made it.