The extraction is instant. One moment you're in your apartment, children sleeping, finger on the button. The next: you're all in neutral space.
Your daughter wakes up, confused. "Mama, where are we?"
"Somewhere safe, baby. Somewhere the bad men can't reach us."
And it's true. The gangs can't find you here. The violence can't touch you. Your children are safe.
Zero child violence - 40 years Free education through university Single mother support: 10/10
Your daughter:
Walks to school safely at age 7 (common here), excellent education, surrounded by kind children
Your son:
Male mentors teach him carpentry/sports, zero gang influence, learns Norwegian/English
You:
30-hour work week, enough income, time with children, community of other mothers
Crime rate: 0.01% Community childcare Nature-based education
Your children:
Grow up in nature, community-raised (all adults watch all children), learn practical skills, no screens addiction
You:
Part-time work, children cared for by community, everyone helps raise everyone's kids
Zero gang presence Top schools Traditional values
Like ideal 1950s America but real: Safe streets, good schools, family-focused culture, economic opportunity. Children ride bikes freely. You don't lock your doors.
You apply to three worlds that feel right. All three accept you.
You choose the one where your gut says: "My children will thrive here."
Transport is arranged. You and your children leave the Lobby.
Your daughter runs through a park. Actually runs. Freely. Laughing.
You're not scanning for danger. You're not calculating escape routes. You're not listening for gunshots.
You're just... watching her play. Like a normal mother. In a normal place.
Except this isn't normal. This is what you didn't know was possible.
Your daughter comes home excited about what she learned. Not scared. Not traumatized.
Excited.
"Mama, we learned about Vikings today! And I made a new friend named Astrid!"
The school called you. You panicked—in your old world, schools only called for bad news.
"We just wanted to update you: Your daughter is thriving. She's very bright. We'd like to recommend her for advanced reading program."
You cried. Good tears. First time in years.
Your son has a mentor. Erik. 45, carpenter, volunteers with fatherless boys.
Your son comes home with a wooden box he made. "Erik helped me, Mama! Look!"
You watch them together at the workshop. Erik patient, kind, teaching. Your son focused, proud, learning.
This is what healthy masculinity looks like.
Not the gang leaders recruiting in your old neighborhood. Not the absent fathers. Not the violence.
Your son has a good man showing him how to be a good man.
One year ago I was lying awake in our old apartment, listening to sirens, doing the math on my children's survival odds.
Tonight I'm sitting at our kitchen table helping my daughter with homework while my son builds with Legos on the floor.
The window is open. I hear children playing outside. At 7pm. In the dark. And I'm not afraid.
My daughter got straight A's. My son is in preschool learning two languages. They have friends. Good friends. From good families.
I pressed a button and my children's entire future changed.
From: "Please God let them survive this place"
To: "I can't wait to see who they become"
That's the difference. That's what rally gave me.
Not wealth. Not luxury. Not romance.
My children are safe. My children are thriving. My children have a future.
Everything else is just details.
Your children will never know the fear you knew.
They'll grow up safe. Educated. Healthy. Free.
They'll think safety is normal. That good schools are normal. That kind adults are normal.
Because you pressed a button. Because you chose their safety over your fear.
This is your power as a mother. Use it.