"It started with one man sobbing, then another choked up, then another. Soon, the whole hillside was shuddering in a unified, haunting cry -- hundreds of Rohingya refugees, their palms upturned to the monsoon sky in prayer, wailing for their dead and mourning a homeland they may never see again," writes Nick Perry, a journalist based in New Delhi. "The sudden outpouring of grief caught me completely off guard, and my eyes quickly stung."

"After twelve months covering the Rohingya crisis from the refugee frontline, I couldn’t help but quietly cheer along as these beleaguered people -- so hated in Myanmar, and unwanted in Bangladesh -- clawed back some dignity."

"When news broke that part of the A10 highway bridge had collapsed in Genoa, I knew exactly which one it was," writes Remi Banet, a journalist based in Paris.

"Although I never knew the Morandi Bridge by its name, I’ve driven on it countless times, on the way to visit my mother’s family in a village north of Naples. I was always struck by how the behemoth cut  its way through the rooftops of the city."