To begin with, all one has to do is look at the photographs Olga Cherevko has taken: of the body of a woman lying beside a cart struck by a missile, with mattresses and a family’s belongings scattered around; a wounded man lying on a hospital bed, his legs no thicker than a broomstick; an ambulance crushed against the front of a burned-out hospital building; a United Nations vehicle stained with blood (“We were transporting the body of a man shot in the neck”); children wading knee-deep in water in a tent camp.
