His head protruded from the black body bag.
What was left was his black hat from a well-known sports brand.
I will probably never be able to see that logo again, without thinking about him.
The whole of Butja in Ukraine is one big crime scene.
Under the surface of the earth under one's feet rest horrible stories.
They do not lie there for one last rest, but as an attempt to sweep away tracks.
Traces of a cruel chapter in war-torn Ukraine.
In the history of Europe.
"Human shit everywhere"
Butja smells dead, gunpowder and burnt.
But also feces.
Photographer Johannes Tolf and I were with Tetiana when she saw how her business had been turned upside down.
Ordinary office rooms had been used as toilets.
There were piles of human shit everywhere.
Both figuratively and literally.
The building had been used by Russian soldiers as a temporary base.
The mess was inconceivable and Tetiana got enough after inspecting the third floor of the building.
There were more.
But before she left, she started watering the dried plants that were a bit everywhere.
She could not bear to see them like that.
The mortuaries are not powerful
In Butja, people are devastated, terrified and angry.
Vlad's eyes had turned black.
His whole soul felt angry.
From being a tattoo artist to now daily mutilating bodies in black corpse bags.
To then leave them on a lawn during the night, or maybe even longer, because the mortuaries are overcrowded.
There is so much death in Butja that the mortuaries are not powerful.
It was behind Vlad that I glimpsed my head with my hat on.
We may never know who he was, what his name was or what happened to him.
But his body is now to be autopsied, along with the other corpses lying next to him on the lawn.
Perhaps he will be one of the hundreds who will be part of the evidence that war crimes have taken place there during the weeks Russian troops besieged the town.
And it's just from Butja.