Dom Harvey

I don't know.

I suppose it's just alarming.

I'm a 53-year-old man.

I'm old as shit.

I've got no idea.

I'm 58.

No, but this has been your life, and it's a world that luckily I've been completely sheltered from.

But this is a reality and it's a job that you and many other people are doing.

When you're over there, say Indonesia or Christchurch for the earthquake, and you call home to speak to Ali and Hannah, they ask how your day was.

Do you lie or do you just brush over it?

I'm probably projecting here, but how do you not get impatient with them on the phone if they're venting about trivial shit?

That did actually happen once.

It's understandable, though, because you're surrounded by death and just this unimaginable grief.

And I suppose it just realizes just how inane almost everything else is in comparison.

You have to eat.

You do, yeah.

I think a lot of people listening to this will probably wonder how you could keep your appetite in that sort of environment.

What was the main cause of death over there?

It wasn't drowning per se.

No, it wasn't drowning.