Church bells call to us from down the hill on New Year’s Day, and a few of us climb in the van to attend the service. I feel guilty about leaving camp, but my teammates who are staying behind say it’s okay, because nothing is happening here anyway. As we drive toward the village, we see a refugee boat and rescue boats on the water. So instead of turning left toward town we turn right to go to the beach. I’m planning to watch at a distance…this isn’t our role here and I don’t like to get in the way of the beach rescue workers. These wetsuit-clad men and women…