We met Omran during our Work as Instructors at the textile workshop of a public body. Omran was a participant of the "Under 25s", with no education, no job, no hope. His extraordinary talent to express his rushing fantasy in drawings was immediately noticeable. Omran was unable to continue his work in the textile workshop due to voices beyond our average gifted imagination. The voices lured him away from us. In a forest of new buildings where satellite dishes bloom, we took up his trail again at the final destination of the ailing elevator on the 4th floor. It led us to the 6th floor of the guard, infront of a door without hope, without a nameplate, without a doorbell.