Eleonora wants a break from her own 'empty' life in Los Angeles and hopes to discover the 'raw and real' world in Afghanistan. Rick could not enlist and, as an alternative, decided to organise his own 'conflict zone tours', with promises of real ammunition and real danger. Do these trips lead travellers to the realisation that they are lucky they were not born in war zones? And how do the locals, stuck in conflict with no choice, experience the curious gazes of searching tourists?