

These are your nurseries. The children here are divided into rows according to the time of their birth. They are arranged alphabetically, so as not to lose track of them. Little blue and pink shoots scoot back and forth in incubators. The nurses pace with their hair tied up and masks covering their faces. You can see their eyes shift from bed to bed. The hum of the air conditioning is audible above the cries of the children, and you can see small fingers rise from the swaddling. Some of the children are raising their voices. Some of them are holding still.