Before Russia’s invasion in February this year, Surovtsov said he did not enjoy photographing people. But when he arrived in Kyiv, his “vision changed”, he says.
“I don’t focus on the things that I used to see before, buildings, graffiti, the sea... By photographing people I get rid of the shit that I have had in my head since the war, this sort of PTSD,” he said.
In March, Surovtsov’s father, an alcoholic, relapsed and drank himself to death, in Mariupol. “He said he didn’t want to live anymore. If these had been peaceful times, we could have called a doctor, hooked him up to an IV, but we couldn’t do that. They buried him near the house in the alley, then the Orcs [Russian soldiers] came, they dug the graves out and buried them all somewhere - we don’t know where his body is,” he said. His partner’s grandmother was killed by shelling. “There was nothing left of her but a piece of skull and knee cap,” he told me.
The situation in Mariupol, according to him, remains fairly unchanged. There is no water, no electricity, though is now able to get in touch with them via Phoenix, a mobile operator operating in the self-proclaimed Donetsk People’s Republic. His relatives have to cook on a bonfire. The food available is expensive and of poor quality. People have to rely on humanitarian help brought by the Russian army.
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