The Dutch Foreign Ministry confirmed the boy was from the Netherlands and gave his name as Ruben while refusing to reveal his surname to protect the family’s privacy.

The boy is confused but stable, a doctor said as relatives arrived in Tripoli to comfort him. He hasn’t been told yet that his parents died.

The boy named by the Dutch media as Ruben van Assouw, has come round after surgery to his smashed legs, the doctor treating him in a Tripoli hospital said.

“He woke up (late Wednesday night) and is in good condition,” the doctor said, while stressing that the boy, was confused and “still is not reacting well to his surroundings.” “The child underwent several rounds of surgery to his legs. He had simple fractures and double fractures,” the doctor said on Libyan state television, which also showed pictures of Ruben’s legs in casts. A Dutch Foreign Ministry spokesman said an uncle and an aunt arrived in Tripoli on Thursday on a Dutch government plane and that they were taken to the hospital “to make sure that Ruben will see family faces next to his bed.”

According to the Dutch NOS public broadcaster, the boy recognized his family and smiled when they entered his hospital room. Ruben would be flown back home “as soon as his medical condition allows,” the spokesman said.

Johannesburg private Talk Radio 702 reported on Thursday that at least 10 South Africans died in the crash. Rescuers found Ruben still strapped into his seat at one end of a large debris field after the plane crashed, said Libyan safety official Col. Baloul Al-Khoja. “He was still breathing. That’s why they noticed that he was still alive,” he said.

Al-Khoja said Ruben was semiconscious and unresponsive, bleeding moderately from the wounds to his legs. As they began moving him around, the shock began to wear off and he felt the pain in his legs, but he did not cry a lot. Ruben was found about half a mile from a big piece of the tail section, indicating he may have been sitting in the front of plane.

The plane impacted in a large sandy lot before the runway, leaving a long, narrow trail of wreckage, more than 150 meters and about 25 meters wide. A romance novel, “Zoete Tranen,” Dutch for “Sweet Tears,” lies open on page 225. Scattered in the dirt are a charred boot, a black high-heeled shoe, a vinyl motorcycle jacket decorated with Marlboro and Ferrari logos. A milk carton dribbles it contents into the sand. A carcass of a dog buzzes with flies. No crater or gouge in the earth is visible.