Are we forced to say the last good goodbye over the phone to a dying loved one? Lack of time, lack of visa. We live in an era of immigrating, refuge-seeking. Try reading, learning new DIY from youtube, making art, going window-shopping or real shopping, reading, going to a yoga class or art gallery, reading, listening to the news, shopping, reading. In order not to think, in order to find refuge. Did we ever find refuge or did we just seem to be safe and alive?