I know exactly where they would like me to go (which I will not disclose because it would make a simple one-step way for them to find me). And I know that, from then on, living there would be much worse than the disaster itself. Worse than death. Even worse than total material loss. It would involve total loss of all freedom, including spending all my time out in field circus and attending every single boasting session for life. Of course, it would also include endless celibacy.
I think I would rather take my chances with that evil Red Cross.