it is quite difficult to find a way to paranormal events and atrocities. Except: an hour with her was too short to find out anything. I had no confidence that the ring would stay with her or that she would give it away. It was about an antique gold ring with grenades. So I stayed with her for another two hours. Suddenly I stood up and put the ring in her finger and said I have to go. She asked me what was that about? I said it belongs to you, you are a human and deserve much more than that. Her eyes did not get moist, she knew that she would never see me again. Shortly afterwards she was picked up by her Syrian friend and they both drove home. There were three friends of her friend waiting who had used force to turn the apartment into theirs as a hiding place and these two were responsible for maintenance. She delivered 300 euros, but that was not enough, he wanted the gold ring, and that is where my eye safari to Syria and the depths where there are many unknown nameless friends begins.