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“We still had a lot of ideals… but we had some illusions, so to speak.”
François Nosten reflects on the decades he's spent on the border between Thailand and Myanmar, a place of relentless upheaval and quiet endurance. From the 1980s onward, he has lived amid war, displacement, and disease, building a fragile bridge between science and survival. He characterizes the border as a wound that never quite closes – people cross not for opportunity but to escape a state that devours its own. What he describes is not steady progress but a cycle of collapse and recovery, every advance shadowed by the return of violence and the onset of disease.
Nosten's first memories in the region are of visiting refugee camps, and he still recalls how malaria was an omnipresent killer there. It cut down pregnant women and children with ferocity, filling wards with fevers and comas. The available drugs were already failing. Nosten, then a young doctor from Toulouse with Médecins Sans Frontières, found himself treating patients who died before his eyes. “You can't just say to somebody, 'Well, it may be malaria, but may not be, so come back tomorrow, we'll see,'” he explains. “Because tomorrow may be too late, maybe the patient will be dead!” That urgency became his initiation into research. He met Nicholas White, a British scientist working in Bangkok, and together they began the studies that would eventually transform global malaria treatment. “In Asia, we have maybe 40 different type of mosquitoes,” he says, describing his work in the region. “In Africa, you have two, and they are very aggressive.” The Shoklo Malaria Research Unit was born out of that research effort – part field hospital, part laboratory, stitched together by desperation and determination.
Life on the border was brutal. “I lived 10 years inside the camp, in a bamboo house, and we were living next to the hospital,” he says, recalling how his team was surrounded by floodwater and mosquitoes. When monsoon rains came, they fought to keep the hospital afloat – literally. Once, as floodwaters rose through the wards, a Karen nurse shouted, “Get the files!” while Nosten plunged into the torrent to rescue medical data before the camp washed away. Burmese soldiers sometimes attacked nearby, especially following the failed 1988 democracy movement, when border activity really picked up. “There were more students dying of malaria than from the fighting,” Nosten points out, describing how devastating malaria was at that time.
It's worth nothing here that the devastating imprint that malaria has had on much of human history: the disease killed Alexander the Great, crippled the Roman legions, and literally determined the limits of conquest. It was once a deadly killer even in the United States; Nosten reminds listeners that the CDC (Center for Disease Control) in Atlanta was created initially with a mission to eradicate malaria within the US. Then, on the Burma Front during World War II, malaria took down more soldiers than bullets. Along this Thai-Burmese border, the same truth endures: the mosquitoes bite everyone, rebel and soldier alike. Malaria remains an impartial adversary in a region that has forgotten neutrality.
By the 2000s, however, the border saw its first fragile gains. The most lethal malarial strain, falciparum, receded. The artemisinin-based therapies that Nosten helped pioneer began saving lives worldwide. Mortality plummeted. “If you test and treat systematically, early, quickly, then the people don't die anymore,” he says simply. For a brief moment, the idea of elimination felt possible. He recalls how, after the first major Gates-funded program, just “one year later, malaria was gone from the Thai side!” But the truth is, malaria never truly dies; it evolves. Vivax malaria – slower, insidious, recurring – replaced falciparum as the leading strain here. Vivax waits in the liver for months before striking again. Ninety percent of infections now are vivax, a quiet parasite that drains energy and livelihoods alike. The cure exists, but its delivery is trapped by logistics and poverty: a drug that demands a blood test most clinics cannot afford. Knowledge without reach has become the defining paradox of this frontier.
Then came the coup. In 2021, Myanmar imploded once more. Millions displaced within the country, many of them once again fleeing into Thailand, now in higher numbers. Old systems broke apart. Clinics shuttered. The roads became war zones. Programs for HIV, TB, and malaria disintegrated overnight. Nosten describes the current health system inside Myanmar as “in ruins” – a vacuum where aid can’t enter and information can’t leave. He reminds listeners that in addition to malaria, “tuberculosis is still very serious worldwide, because it causes the death of more people than any other infectious disease, more than malaria, more than cholera, more than Ebola, more than any other disease, more than HIV.” And he warns, “If funding is being cut… I think that tuberculosis will explode again.” Epidemics may already be burning unseen in the forests.
Meanwhile, new horrors have grown in the vacuum: the scam centers, lawless compounds along the border run by transnational crime networks. “They are like towns,” he says. “They are real. I mean, the biggest one is probably almost as big as Mae Sot itself.” Tens of thousands are trapped inside, enslaved to online fraud, beaten, starved, untreated. When thousands were rescued in early 2025, they were corralled barefoot into detention courtyards – 800 people sharing ten filthy toilets, coughing blood and fever under the open sky. Nosten fears these enclaves will become incubators of contagion: tuberculosis, HIV, COVID. The border has become, once again, a petri dish for human collapse.
He has seen this before in other forms. Inside Myanmar’s displaced camps, children die of measles and diarrhea, adults of untreated TB. Vaccines spoil in heat, aid convoys are turned back, and medics work from instinct and desperation. Politics suffocates medicine, and disease becomes the only authority left. When donors withdraw, it translates directly into suffering: antibiotics gone, programs closed, lives lost. Nosten’s view of morality is clinical. Remove support, and people die. It is that simple.
Nosten speaks of resistance not just in human terms but microbial ones, and in his view, where governance fails, disease fills the void. “If you have a stable country who is developing even slowly, even if it's poor, but it's developing and it's stable and it's peaceful, you can control malaria, you can get rid of it,” he says. “But here, everything conspires against stability.”
After forty years, Nosten’s hope is pragmatic. He knows what survival looks like when states collapse and aid vanishes. He has seen babies born healthy, villages clear of fever for the first time, only to watch it all reverse when fighting returns. The rhythm of hope and relapse has become the rhythm of his life. He still works each day, training medics, sending mobile teams into the forests, moving medicine through the dark. Yet he speaks now as if time itself is running out – not for him, but for the fragile order holding back the next catastrophe. The fight against malaria, he says, was never only about science. It was about building a line of defense against the world’s indifference. That line is fraying again.
“I did my medical school to be able to travel and to and to do something that I think was useful,” Nosten shared at the start of the interview, describing in part why he set out to this jungle so long ago. Now, decades later, he continues that same work on a border where medicine and crisis have become indistinguishable, his early conviction unchanged even as the world around him collapses again.