I can't move my legs.
They are paralysed from the cold waters. The frozen Danube is piercing my body.
All I do is hold onto the plank, and try spreading my fingers.
Their faces alongside mine are now covered in snowflakes. The pain becomes so unbearable, that I scream.
The passenger next to me wakes up from my wailing, whilst our airplane crosses the Balkans.
1. Balkan mine, moving-image film, 2016-2019.
2. Balkan mine, EEP Berlin Gallery, Berlin, 2019.
3. Film still from Balkan mine, 2019.