 want to share with you a story because this story changed my mind and because I think it could also impact on yours. Well I'm sorry for the guys but I'm inviting you to imagine you are a young girl dreaming of her future. Most probably you dreamt that one day you will be Snow White or maybe Scarlett O'Hara or maybe Cherazad. But most probably also one day you decided to be serious and to have a real job and that's how you become a neurologist. And you are many years later you are a professor of neurology, you are expert in terrible diseases like Parkinson's disease, Alzheimer's disease. At your loose hours because you want to be a complete neuroscientist, you obtain a certificate of biology, you spend nights and nights writing scientific papers, building projects for fundraising and you don't know how but you find time to have two kids and to rise them according to humanist principle. And when you attain this stage of your career you are now very helpful to people because of your education as a neurologist but also because almost everything is available around the corner for your patient. You also think that with your skills with what you have seen during your life of neurologist you almost have seen what all what is human misery and suffering. And one day the impossible happens revolution in Tunisia followed by revolution in Libya. The story I was telling to you is mine. I have a 17 year old daughter who dreams of humanitarian actions because of that and because at that very moment of the revolution our country the south of our country had became a vast refugees camp I decided to go with her to the south Tunisia to Rassajdir to the refugees camp. As for my personal motivations I thought like all neurologists because we treat the noblest organ of the body that we are very powerful and I felt myself like superwoman with superpowers going and flying to help the refugees with their terrible neurological diseases. But we and when we arrived at the refugees camp we found situations TV images did not prepare us for did not tell us enough on. We found thousands of people gathered to wait the call of their name to go back their homes. We found hundreds and hundreds meters of lines of people's waiting hours under harmful sun to be called for their lunch to be served their lunch by volunteers. We found hundreds of babies and ladies eyes wide open full of images of terror. Sometimes we even heard noises of riots starting between people for almost nothing. During that stay I've seen a lot of things I would never have seen all my life but no Parkinson's disease no Alzheimer's disease no epilepsy. People here didn't need a neurologist. At that moment I realized that I was facing the cruel what is called the cruel enemy of arts sophisticated arts and science and civilization which is the mass law pyramid of human needs. You cannot imagine satisfying the highest levels of these pyramids like I wanted to do if you have not satisfied the basic ones. Actually people at Rassajdir needed basic things they needed to be fed to be heated to be clothed to be covered to be loved and I felt I was realizing that I was in front of a situation where my powers were made weakness. I was realizing that I was endlessly powerless in front of these people and people and this situation. I realized that indeed I didn't know that much on human misery and suffering because the misery of refugees is the bitterest one and while this brainstorming happened in my mind I observed my daughter dealing with the same situation she was facing things with calm she was caring for thirsty baby with love and seeing this I just took a breath and decided to forget all my complicated skills and to go back to the basis of the care which is helping in everything needed when it is needed whoever needs it and whatever is the need and actually I realized that I was curing problems not neurological problems for which I'm skilled but anyway I was helping somebody in any manner and this while I felt before that endlessly powerless made me feel again powerful and I spent a lot of time doing what I have had to do as basic care at the end of this day we went back with my daughter we went home and we were our minds were stretched by this experience and this experience had has built an arch upon it upon which our relation as daughter mother was more unbreakable and last but not least hours of brushing tents brought me back to my beloved neurosciences because it brought back to my it brought to my mind the idea the Eureka idea the solution for the next research project I was building with my group so the takeaway lesson for me is that whatever you feel powerful it happened that one day when you are out of your zone of confidence you may feel weak but I learned I was taught that at that moment there is always somebody weaker than you your daughter a refugee that brings you back to the road of the strength of soul and thank you