Nights were the hardest. The room would go quiet for a while until someone stirred—then the coughs, soft crying, rustle of nurses moving between beds. It became a rhythm. The sound of living, and almost dying.
I’d lie awake, feeling the fever burn under my skin, listening. Sometimes, one would stop crying, and you’d know. Another bed emptied. By morning, the sun poured through the blinds, indifferent. We’d count who was gone, nod at each other, silent. I’d sip my broth, not thinking about when it’d be my turn to stop. Just another day.
is a writer and filmmaker with a background in film studies from London and Berlin. She began her career working with Anthony Frewin for the Kubrick estate before moving into directing music videos and commercials. A transformative journey through Southeast Asia sparked a deep interest in haiku, flash fiction, and poetry, which now weave into her artistic practice. Currently, she is developing a TV series in the Netherlands. Her friends call her Yuri and she lives with her dog Wolf in Amsterdam.
