Thirteen-year- old Georgi, in his boxers and athletic socks, lies mute and senseless on his bed in Garpenberg, one hundred and twenty miles northwest of Stockholm. Like Snow White, Georgi has fallen away from this world. The condition he now exhibits is showing up in emergency rooms filled with teen-age, Syrian refugees whose asylum status has expired. Georgi, for his part, would rather lie down and die. The Swedes now even have a word for it.