My Beautiful Country, Laid Low
Apr 17, 2020
3 minutes
PHOTOGRAPHS AND TEXT BY LORENZO MELONI
T WASN’T LONG AFTER MY arrival at the hospital in Brescia that I smelled something I know too well. I have smelled it many times working as a photojournalist in conflict zones. I do not actually know if it is the smell of death or the smell of a sterilizing product or something like a mix of both. It is a smell I am not used to
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