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I open my twitter account to find the Syrian Black Hole. I dive into it, to read of those who have been detained, tortured, and then gone missing, never to be heard of, never to be seen by the loved ones, and just disappear without a trace.

One cannot help but wonder how humans are capable of inflicting all the torture that they do on other human beings, how they could watch the misery of another, and how they just derive a satisfaction out of it.

Humans are definitely a dangerous group of species…

The guy in the Copenhagen bar crosses my mind, drunk as hell, but still trying his best to have a conversation.

“I want to go to Syria, I want to go help its people” he says. He explains he is a physician.

That evening, I believed it was the alcohol talking.

Then again, who knows, maybe he really meant it.