One of my dad’s best friends called him. He was in Mariupol, a bomb landed near him and blew off his arm, killed the family standing 10 metres next to him. His apartment and everything he owns is destroyed. All he keeps repeating is “I have nothing left.” Says Mariupol is completely destroyed and unlikely ever to be rebuilt, the city is gone. What is all this for?

The phone of a dead Russian soldier:

“Why haven’t you answered for so long, are you still doing training”

“Mum, I’m not in Crimea anymore, not training” “Where? Dad is asking if we can send you a parcel”

“Mum, I’m in Ukraine. There’s a real war here. I’m scared, we’re hitting everything in sight, even civilians. Everything. We were told they’d welcome us here, but they’re throwing themselves under us, won’t let us drive…