One late night, our hospital received a patient with a gunshot wound and he needed emergency surgery. In Bor, you have to prepare everything yourself before operations, from electricity supply, to surgical gowns, instruments, etc.
When I was in Bor, my height did bring me some interesting encounters. Upon arrival at Juba, the capital of South Sudan, no one behind the immigration counter believed my age. They thought I was 15 years old.
During the three months in Bor, I never saw a patient nor their family shed a drop of tear.  A woman who was pregnant with her second child came to the hospital.
“Doctor, doctor! Please come immediately!” Mama Teresa, our head nurse grabbed my hand the second I jumped off the MSF car in front of the office.  “Come, come!” she urged. We rushed into the ward.