I went to Lebanon alone. I felt lost that summer, the one that came upon returning from Kurdistan. For months, I kept reading dense books and applying for internships I could not possibly get. I ached for my existence to be confirmed by getting accepted. That did not happen, of course, and I got in touch with Fritz whom we met in Sulaymaniyah, who led a small NGO in northern Lebanon, the Relief&Reconciliation for Syria. A few days later, I was on a plane. I found that Lebanon is beautiful, but I still don't know what I think about the work for refugees we did. I only know that I existed.