The members of the house have been silent since morning. No one is saying anything specific. It’s as though they’re all offended with each other; they don’t look in each other in the eye. The mother silently packs the suitcase. Only the twelve-year-old son can’t contain himself; he is constantly upset and gets everyone emotional. And again each one is in his own thoughts, asking himself, How did the moment to leave the country, the house arrive? The moment to get a visa and decide to seek asylum at some camp in some country? Because you have a child with a disability, and this is the only way out?