Late one afternoon, as I was wandering through one of these Palestinian refugee camps on the outskirts of Beirut, I saw these children playing on an artillery piece. I thought that one of the best angles would be to get down low and to silhouette these children against the sky. I noticed as I was crouching down that there were all these shells, this live ammunition, which potentially could go off at any time if they were disturbed. Yet despite this, these children are having the time of their life, unaware and unconcerned of this kind of eminent danger. I made my pictures, then I really pleaded with these children to please try and go somewhere else to play, because at any moment tragedy could strike, this thing could blow up and that could be a real problem.