Traveling from a Kundalini resort in Turkey, I ran into two Syrian children at the Istanbul airport. Their broken hearts will be tattooed in my mind. We didn´t speak, I doubht that they will be able to for a long time. Their souls seemed shut down. Their faces were damaged from gas and chemicals and as I searced for some hope in the eyes of the two strong and solid medical assistants that accompanied them, I made a silent promise. Please help me to keep that promise. Please help the children!