Last week, we watched a video that really touched me and  it made me think even after class. It was about the photographer who was trying to take photos of the war, while people were shooting each other wildly. She was there for her job and aiming to be the photographer of the year by taking courageous snapshots. She was there, as she was looking to the war materialistically just thinking of what she was doing at that moment, with pure isolation from the scene and the situation. The main event that occured in the video was, when she was hiding behind a car and was trying to photograph a child who was trying to escape and who was standing close to her with a big gun pointed at her head by a soldier. She waited for a second and looked at the girl. The girl stared at her too. For an instant, she questioned herself: Was this right? What was she doing there in place of trying to rescue her? Where was all the humanitarian feelings she had once? A photo that will perhaps bring her some prestige and a small bronze statue that will stand in her living room, or saving a child's life, giving her a chance to see the sky once again, making her feel the sun with its warmth under her skin and making her taste love... Then we see that the lady wins the award of the best photographer of the year with that photo of the little girl, shot just in the middle from his head. The photographer was unable to defeat her feelings and felt such a regret that she couldn't even present herself on the stage to get the award. Has humanity become so senseless and unemotional that can no longer understand the value of  the heartbeat of  a creature that is miracleously come to life?