I met an old sick man in a hospital, he was in pain and alone. I spoke to him and touched his hand, he cried with a mix of agony and surprise at having a visitor. I could not help him with his pain but he begged me to try. He asked me for water, lots of water. I returned a few day later hoping to find him improving but his bed was empty. He had died that morning – alone.
This is a true story and happened 2 years ago – after which I began writing this short film:
