Where is my tent?

Somewhere in the middle of nowhere in Northern Pakistan: I find myself back in a village named Balakot. Never heard of it? Me neither. It has been devastated by an earthquake two years earlier. So, why am I here? I try to find a tent which I miss. I have donated it for the survivors, through the support of the German Red Cross. But where is it and how can I miss it, actually? Being partly German and partly Indian, I've started this journey with a friend to trace the tent. However, now the search runs into a dead end and it seems I have lost the tent forever. As we reside with the people here at site – who have lost so much due to the earthquake– we discover the deeper meanings of loss, life and (re-)connecting.