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My apartment in Dresden is right next to the highway, a few hundred
      Meters behind the fire department – perfect for my job as a blue-light photographer. If I have the
      Sirens, I call directly in the press office: "Well, where is the journey going?" The
      overturned beer truck is the classic, I call the "smirk use". The editors
      from the region tear themselves around photos, on which liters of beer runs out, that sounds good, and
      not even someone was injured.
            I look on Twitter for whether it has popped somewhere, have subscribed to e-mail services and know quite a few informants. Some contact me if there is something. But listening to the police radio is too hot for me. It used to be a gray area, today the radio is digital and hard to crack. Who gets caught gets really trouble.
            I work 24 hours a day, always on standby. Sometimes I have to go out several times during the night and can not sleep. I think so: why do the full posts have to build accidents at the same time? A good time for my business is when the first snow falls, then it's especially hard.
            For each photo that is published, I usually get 10 €, for special missions even low three-digit amounts. As long as there are guys who drive so recklessly, I always have enough to do. That's why I do not have a bad conscience. I can not help it.
            Roland Halkasch
        43, a trained media designer, has been working as a blue-light photographer for 16 years
    When I arrive at the scene of the accident and see the tire marks, I think: what have they done again? The thrill of the job is that you never know what's coming. To see how the cars wedge in an accident, how they are pulled apart again by the fire department, fascinates me. I also already touched, once the Verkehrsleitkegel set up. Once I lent a camera battery to the police because their own were empty. They do their work, I do mine, and sometimes you help yourself. Recently, I was asked by the fire department, if I photograph their summer party.
        This article is from TIME no. 41/2018. Here you can read the entire issue.
Onlookers who only gawk, throw me ever sayings on the head. "Liespresse!", Or: "They feed on the suffering of others, stop photographing." It is important to me that my photos show what the emergency services are doing, whether they are first responders or professionals. A fire does not extinguish itself, an injured person can not save himself. I want to document that. But I have two ethical limits. First, no bodies in the photos. Second: no missions on suspicion of suicide. If someone throws himself in front of the train or intentionally drives his car in front of a tree, I will not go there. And if one lies on the stretcher, I always try to take pictures so that his face is covered by a paramedic. If necessary, I have to pixelate.
            My heaviest job was in 2014, an accident on the A 4 near Dresden with a pickup truck and a long-distance bus. There were many dead and injured. Being so close to death is not easy. For some newspapers have even voluntarily added an extra fee. Luckily I went on vacation the next day, on the A 13.
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