“During my nine days in Syria and five days in the besieged Bab Amr district, I worked a total of less than three hours. Just after the tragic shelling of the media center on our first day, I didn’t feel like a photographer anymore — just a human who wanted to save his life. I couldn’t touch my cameras anymore. I felt like they were responsible for the situation we were in and of the death of our friend and colleague.
This picture was shot during one of the rare and short moments during which I became a photographer again. The shelling stopped for a couple of hours, which never really happened during the day. We used this opportunity to cross the quarter by car to see Rémi’s and Marie’s bodies and collect some of their belongings that we couldn’t get before. I shot dozens of pictures from the car. When we passed this place, we drove very fast in fear of the snipers. This is how Bab Amr was at that time. Buildings disemboweled by shelling, an atmosphere of the end of the world.”
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