At the entrance to Peshawar, a young man on the side of the road offers a prayer, while on the bridge overhead three men videotape him.

They could be friends in Peshawar for the first time, perhaps from a nearby village. But that isn't my first thought.

My first thought is, maybe he is a suicide bomber setting offonamission.

I make a mental note of his appearance maybe 5 feet, eight inches, brownish-beige shalwar kameez, moustache,

no beard, maybe 20 years old, maybe younger. They say most suicide bombers are 18- and 19-year-olds, poor, disaffected.

I decide to quietly, gently roll down my window, just an inch, thinking that if there's an explosion from tire young lad 1 just saw or any number of other directions the opening will reduce the effect of the concussion. It could perhaps prevent the windows from shattering into deadly shards, unless of course the explosion is right next to the car. and then 1 guess it doesn't matter.