Imagine you had to flee as a sixteen-year-old kid, from Eritrea, or from Syria. There you are in Eindhoven or Zoetermeer. No idea what is expected of you, and numb. Been through too much to shake it off. Or you are being hunted in your own neighborhood, nowhere safe from the all-seeing police cameras that hang everywhere. Or you have been rejected by your mother and therefore do not understand what love is. That loverboy who says he will teach you. Lonely, not being part of anything, mellow, always on the lookout, struggling to find a place in society, lost.