Category: Civil Wars

Armored vehicles roll along a cobbled city street as onlookers pack the sidewalks, their attention fixed on the sudden assertion of Soviet power during the 1968 invasion of Czechoslovakia. In the foreground, raised fists punctuate the scene with defiance, while shopfronts and streetcar tracks anchor the moment in everyday urban life interrupted by military force.…

A teenage boy stares straight into the lens, his expression set and wary, with a numbered tag marked “55” hanging from his chest like an official verdict. The stark, plain backdrop offers no comfort or context—only the sense of an institutional space where people become records. Smudges, scratches, and the faint wear on the print…

Near the Thai–Cambodian frontier in 1977, a Thai border patrolman crouches in a rough, grassy field beside the small body of a child. His uniform—creased shirt, insignia, name patch in Thai script, and a brimmed hat—anchors the scene in official duty, yet his posture reads as quiet shock rather than routine procedure. Another pair of…

A young man sits close to the camera with a numbered tag pinned to his shirt, his face steady and exhausted as he looks straight ahead. Behind him, the frame dissolves into a crowded blur of bodies and limbs, suggesting a space where people were packed together and reduced to indistinct shapes. The creases, scratches,…

Along the rough earthworks of Fort D’Audervilliers, a line of artillery sits poised behind sandbag parapets, its long barrels angled toward the distant horizon and, by the title’s grim implication, toward Paris itself. Uniformed soldiers cluster around the gun battery—some standing at ease, others crouched low—creating a tense contrast between the calm posture of the…

Along the Rue de Lille, the city’s elegant stone façades are reduced to jagged shells, their roofs torn away and interior walls exposed to open sky. A mound of broken masonry spills into the street, while chimneys and fragmented upper stories stand like precarious markers of what once were homes and shops. The stillness of…

Above a tangle of summer growth and back-garden hedges, a tall church spire rises over tightly packed rooftops, antennas, and chimney pots—an ordinary skyline that becomes anything but ordinary in 1978. The title’s phrase, “You are now entering Free Derry,” evokes a contested threshold, where a neighborhood’s identity was asserted as much through words and…

Among the shattered arches of Sarajevo’s National Library, cellist Vedran Smailović sits amid rubble and dust, his dark suit stark against broken stone and exposed brick. The scene is both intimate and monumental: a single musician framed by a ruined cultural landmark, where collapsed masonry and torn plaster replace the usual hush of reading rooms…

Grief bends a mourner over a coffin wrapped in green cloth, her face hidden in white fabric as she clings to the smooth surface. A man’s hands hover protectively at her side, a small human gesture against an overwhelming loss. In the blurred background, more figures stand in silence, their presence forming a muted chorus…

Mud, torn clothing, and exposed bones sit at the center of a forensic excavation, where investigators in protective suits work methodically in an opened mass grave linked to the Srebrenica massacre of July 1995. Their careful posture—bending, brushing, and separating fragments from the soil—underscores the painstaking nature of exhumation, where every movement is meant to…