There’s nothing pretty about Chernobyl.
It has poisoned the minds and bodies of hundreds of thousands of people and is still at it. Nobody can stop it oin its course, only time will. As long as people keep living here, so will Chernobyl.
It is perpetuating itself by poisoning the human gene. How are we supposed to fight it when it’s managed to impose itself into the very essence of man and has become a part of him? It’s running through our veins, this mighty enemy. It’s as dangerous from the medical point of view, as it is (if not more) for the human soul.
It has changed us.
But Chernobyl is not a thing of the past, a mere episode which took place a quarter of a century ago. It lives on and kicks strong. It cannot be surgically removed or driven out of one’s head. Unrestrained, it makes its own rules, as if creating a new form of life. It’s an anomaly. And people have always feared anomalies.
It’s the living dead in the closet of humankind. What are we supposed to do about it? We have no choice but learn our lesson from what happens, if humankind aims too high, and stay humble.