Kherson; a burnt car in the city centre. No one pays much attention to air raid alarms any more, sirens are off. The city is under constant threat of being shelled by the Russian artillery. No one runs, unless the incoming projectile is flying very, very near. You learn very quickly to distinguish the ones coming your way. Everybody knows how different calibres and different types of munition sound falling from the sky. People often say: - if it's for you, you will not even hear it. So just relax.

Kherson; an urban gardener in the park at work wearing a bulletproof vest and a first aid kit attached to it.

Kherson; - We were all together at our neighbour's, seated at a table eating a meal. It’s a miracle nobody died - says Anatoli. Kherson residential areas were hit again right after Orthodox Easter. Russian artillery struck city's Central Market area killing one person and wounding seven. Mr. Putin was across the river, on Russian-occupied territory, visiting his troops the previous day. Kherson withstands constant artillery attacks. Everyday. There's absolutely no way Anatoli would leave, even though he doesn't have a house any more. It's hard to explain it; nothing is rational in a situation like this.

Kherson; - Russia has so much land, why can't they work on the land they have? - says Anna Nikolayevna, who lives by the Dnieper river. She hears artillery roar everyday. - Today a Russian tank came close to the river bank on the other side, still under occupation, and fired four or five rounds towards the houses at the waterfront – she says calmly. - I could almost feel them, literally, over my head - she ads.. Anna Nikolayevna refuses to leave her house and her rose garden. - This is the second time I'm seeing war in my life. First the Germans, now the Russians bring death and misery.

Kherson; most people left the city. Out of close to 300.000 before war only approximately 30 to 50 thousand stayed. - There's a free evacuation to Odessa provided by the government, but there are no jobs for us, and they don't really want us over there either. Accommodation is crazy expensive - says Genady, who stayed in his house at the waterfront. - Some of us will not leave, I have very limited resources, don't think I could make it in Odessa. And this is my home, it has always been. Regardless of how many holes the Russians will make in this roof, it’s my roof over my head - he concludes.

Kherson; a bus stop. The kiosk took a direct hit, shopkeeper didn't survive the attack. In the picture, a civilian gets on a bus wearing a bulletproof vest. It's very common to see civilians wearing body amour especially on bus stops and markets. - It's where the orcs (Russian Army) hunt for us and you can't hear incoming projectiles very well – I was told.

Kherson; billboard: Here is Ukraine, seen from the inside of marshrutka (local short-distance transport by a van). There are patriotic slogans everywhere in the city.

Kherson; markets, malls, bus stops often become targets for Russian artillery. All sorts of projectiles are also fired at the city in random locations. - You just have to listen and run - Alex told me. - Not much to buy here either - he says. Most people live off humanitarian aid. There are no jobs in the city, people feel left out. - Big decisions will be made by big politicians, as always - he adds. Some people say Russian Army was giving them more humanitarian aid. It's complicated. I often ask myself: - how would you feel surrounded by patriotic slogans on posters, billboards, on an empty stomach looking for ways to get humanitarian aid, stuck in a front-line city under fire? I honestly don't know, although, I’ve been here two weeks.

Kherson; a blown-up building in the city centre, a warning sign - mines. There are at least 12 different types of anti-personnel and nine types of anti-vehicle mines in use in Ukraine. You can find most of them in Kherson Oblast. The widespread use of mines and all kinds of cluster munitions has made Ukraine the most heavily mined country in the world.

Kherson; a coffee bar close to the river. Roughly 20 hour drive from my apartment in Warsaw, from my local coffee bar. In the picture: a Russian rocket.

Kherson Oblast; humanitarian aid distribution centre. Aid agencies and volunteers are working round the clock to deliver and distribute what's needed the most: baby care products and medicines. Support comes from allover the world. From organisations big and small, local and international.

Kherson Oblast; humanitarian aid distribution centre. The entire network of volunteers in Ukraine is absolutely amazing, I’ve never seen anything like this before anywhere in the world. Ukraine is under a devastating full scale attack by a country which doesn’t respect any rules, any conventions whatsoever. An absolute horror. It’s not just the Ukrainian Army fighting the war, it’s the ocean of civilian volunteers too. Very well organised and dedicated.

Kherson Oblast; humanitarian aid distribution centre. - We know we are a target, but I'm not going to wear a bulletproof vest - says Irina (in the picture) - It would only make people more nervous. Normal conversation is just as important as the material aid - she smiles. - This is Ukraine, Kherson is Ukraine, we are not going anywhere.

Kherson Oblast; humanitarian aid distribution centre. Some people are too proud to ask for help. Volunteers also conduct interviews in order to learn about individuals in need, especially those living in remote locations or by themselves. Malnourished population is more prone to infections, which unfortunately becomes a problem in Kherson Oblast.

Kherson Oblast; humanitarian aid distribution. We drive. Nikita (right) is a local guy, he knows all the small country roads like the back of his hand. Big NGOs couldn't and wouldn't come here for security reasons. We are inside of the red zone by the Dnieper river. Russian positions are right across the river. We have to do our best to look like an ordinary local van. No strange phones logged in, no exposed roads. We move fast, but not too fast. There's four of us. Nikita smokes like a chimney, I don't blame him. - Just keep the f*cking window opened pal. It's so beautiful out here. The landscape is absolutely stunning. You have to switch off somehow and focus on the road. He has his fags, I have the landscape.

Kherson Oblast; humanitarian aid distribution. A quick check, a shopping list for the next time, and we speed off to another location.

Kherson Oblast; humanitarian aid distribution. In some regions of Ukraine, especially here in the South, roughly half of humanitarian aid is administered by small local NGOs. They get no funding from the government and relay only on donations from both local citizens and businesses as well as from Ukrainian diaspora.

Kherson Oblast; humanitarian aid distribution. A smile is priceless. Nikita and his pals are an absolute pain in the neck, they never give up and that's what makes them so efficient. So good at what they do. They deliver where no one else can.

Kherson Oblast; humanitarian aid distribution. Stuck in the mud again.