At the world press photo 2015 awards, I saw this photo. It's a photo of a house in Ukraine. In the rebel held territory. When the household was waking up and making breakfast and having tea from their samovars in glass mugs. There were some apples in a bowl. Cloudy morning which filtered through the net curtains. When the 155mm shells came screaming in over the horizon and slammed into the ground and blocks of flats. The window was blown in, and shrapnel ricocheted across the kitchen table. Bloodying the curtains. Covering the table with dust. Breaking the glass mugs.