The tin gate is burning hot to the fingers; you instinctively take them away from its surface when entering the homestead. You can hear a cock crowing loud and three hens bustling about in a small henhouse hidden between bushes of hollyhocks, herbs and tomatoes. Someone took care to give them the best possible existence. From the tin container, a woman comes out dressed too warm from our perspective. The temperature is around 50°C. Hadra shows her home. The container has two chambers, with a shower and a washbasin behind the wall – installed by the Polish Medical Mission. She has lived here since 2014. Five years after she left home in Syria, it is now easier for her to talk about those events although it might only be illusion; maybe she has so much grown into one with her suffering that she accepts it as a part of her – she and her suffering are one. Hadra is most happy to talk about her plants; she smiles when she shows us the hollyhock flowers. However, when asked for it, she returns to those gloomy days. During the fighting in the Daraa area she lost her 20-year-old son; another one was wounded in the leg. Ahmed is standing next to his mother rolling up a trouser leg to show the scar left by the bullet while talking about his brother. Ahmed is the future. He has a wife and a two-and-a-half-year-old daughter; they all live in the adjacent container.