I find myself, every few weeks or so, searching. The Hanel couple. My uncle Bruce. My cousin. Just to see if maybe something new has popped up. In the case of Roland and Marem Hanel, I hope that someone else has taken up the charge to determine what happened to them. I started, but in the winter despair that came over me following the deepest parts of lockdown, I lost momentum. I now live in hope. That someone will make some progress - and I will discover them.