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.  In the air, text-based piece, 2019.
2. In the air, Balkan mine solo show, EEP Berlin, Berlin, 2019.