This is a moving, often harrowing, oral history of the disaster at Chernobyl in 1986. It begins with the story of the young, pregnant wife of one of the first fire fighters, who responded to the fire at Reactor 4 of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant and of his slow, untimely death. This is hard to read, but also extremely humbling. The author allows the words of those who lived, and many who still live, in the affected areas to tell their own story. It is a catalogue of trauma of lives which were disturbed by events so cataclysmic that the effects rippled around the whole planet.Imagine that you are sitting at home, browsing through books on the internet, when you are told that you need to leave your home within the next two hours. You can take only a small amount of items with you one bag. Yet the sun is still shining and the danger is unseen. Would you be happy to go? Would you refuse to leave? Would you realise that, when you closed your front door, you would never return?Many of the locals affected by Chernobyl left their lives with no idea they would not go back. They abandoned houses, jobs, pets. Once they arrived at their destination, their luggage was taken often buried. Houses, villages, were left abandoned, or buried in the earth. Yet people did return. One man actually reclaimed his front door which his family had always laid the bodies of their dead relatives snatching it in the night and taking it, like a thief, through the woods. Others did return; finding that relatives rejected them or they were tainted by association with the place they came from. Better to face an unseen enemy than to be exposed to constant taunts and fears. Others fled war zones, or racial intolerance, for the relative peace of this deserted area.This is a tragic book, but an important one. It tells not only of the tragedy of the disaster, but of the aftermath. Of illness, death, birth defects, the loss of loved ones, the way the disaster was not dealt with effectively and of the heroism of those who went in, trustingly, to try to stop the unbelievable being even worse. One man, who worked at the plant, knew his wife and daughter were out and about in the town. Should he call, and warn them, or take the party line and pretend nothing was wrong? He called then he went home and called everyone he could contact. Undoubtedly, he saved lives, but so many lives were lost and the effects are certainly still affecting so many people today. I found this a hard read, but I could not put it down.

There's nowhere to hide. Not underground, not underwater, not in the air.I was born in the age of the known Chernobyl.Everyone found a justification for themselves, an explanation. I experimented on myself. And basically I found out that the frightening things in life happen quietly and naturally.Who are our fittest.In Afghanistan death was a normal thing. You could understand it there.Who are our heroes.I didn't know we weren't allowed to love here.Rabbits reabsorb their young when the conditions of the environment are unfit for propagation.I've thought a few times that someday they're going to start hunting the scientists the way they used to hunt the doctors and drown them in the Middle Ages.The Death of God's a popular topic. How is the Death of Science coming along?You're a writer, but no book has helped me to understand.Philo. Love. Sophos. Wisdom. Radiation. Kodoku.We're allpeddlers of the apocalypse.We've outpaced our survival. No mutations yet for surviving nuclear winter, but we evolved enough to conceptualize the end of the world a millennium or two ago.But the era of physics ended at Chernobyl.One can find ethics in a lab if the expiration date of an engineered fatality is eternal enough.I'm the product of my time. I'm not a criminal.Annihilating despair on the generational level's just a social construct, y'know.It was the equivalent of 350 atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima. They needed to talk about physics, about the laws of physics, but instead they talked about enemies, about looking for enemies.The facts may be easier to remember, but the show must go on.We'll show the whole world! But this is me, this is I. I don't want to die. I'm afraid.Humans are social creatures.Even the dead fear these dead.Humans are hierarchical creatures.There are over 25 million ethnic Russians outside of Russiaa whole countryand there's nowhere for some of them to go but Chernobyl. All the talk about how the land, the water, the air can kill them sounds like a fairy tale to them. They have their own tale, which is a very old one, and they believe in itit's about how people kill one another with guns.-Svetlana Alexievich.

Ne yazacam bilmiyorum. Nerden balamam gerektiini mi, bu kitabn 10 üzerinde 10 mu yoksa 5 üzerinde 2,5 mu olduunda m, okumak için öneririr miyim? Açkcas ne diyeceimi bilmiyorum. nsanlarn sistemler içinde (bir neslin) yok olu trajedisini ben nasl yorumlayabilirim ki? Bu insanlarn korkular ve hayallerinin kayboluunu mu; topran topraa gömülmesini mi, yoksa doann bu süreçte nasl hala çok güzel olup zehirli bir yaam saçt m? Ne söyleyebilirim ki?!Çernobil Duas-Gelecein Tarihi, bize Çernobil Sonras yaam polifonik olarak canl tanklardan, bilimadamlarndan, çocuklardan, siyasetcilerden oluan korolarla birlikte birden fazla anlatma maruz brakyor. Evet bazen ayn eyler çok fazla tekrarlanyor, enerjiniz çekiliyor ama ayn zamanda nefes aldnz anlar, etrafnzda sevdiiniz her eyi kendiniz dahil ükran duymanz salyor. Bir devrin kapanmasnn canl metaforu Çernofil Duas."Burada çok arkadam öldü...Yulya, Katya, Vadim. Oksana, Oleg..imdi de Andret.. 'Biz öleceiz ve bilimsel vaka olacaz' derdi Andrey. 'Biz öleceiz ve bizi unutucaklar diye' düünürdü Katya.'Ben ölünce, sakn beni mezarla gömmeyini mezarlklardan korkuyorum ben, orada sadece ölüler ve kargalar oluyor....Artk bam kaldrp baknca, gökyüzü capcanl geliyor bana..Arkadalarmn heps,i orda".sf:439, Çocuklar Korosu.....nsanlar gittikten sonra o ölü bölgede geriye ne kald? Eski kabristanlar ve biyo-mezarlk olarak adlandrlan hayvan mezarlar. nsan sadece kendisini kurtard, kendi dndak tüm canllara ihanet etti.Köyler boaltlr boaltlmaz gruplar halinde bölgeye gelen silahl asker ve avclar hayvanlar vurdu. Oysa o köpekler insan sesine kouyor...Kediler de...Atlar da....Vakti zamannda Meksika'daki yerliler ve dahi Hristiyanlk öncesi dönemdeki Slav kökenli atalarmz, yemek için öldürdükleri yabanl hayvanlardan ve kulardan af dilermi. Eski Msr'da hayvanlarn insanlardan ikayetçi olma hakk varm. Piramitlerde günümüze ulaan papirüslerden birinde öyle yazar: "Hiçbir boa N.den ikayetci olmamtr."Ölüler alemine doru yola çkmadan evvel Msrllar, içindeki u ifadelerin yer ald bir dua edermi: Hiçbir canlya zarar vermedim.Hiçbir hayvann tahln ya da samann almadm,sf.55 Bu kitap ile daha ayrntl bir yorum yapabilmeyi çok isterdim. Belki zaman gelince döner tekrardan yaparm. Deinmek istediim, altn çizerek vurgulamak istediim çok fazla ey konusu. Ama, bireyler boazm skyor.Çernobil Duas canl bir dystopia örnei. Ve etkisi ne yazk ki hala nesiller ve doa içinde devam ediyor. Aadaki linkte yer alan ksa metrajl film Çernobil Duas'ndan etkilenerek rlandal Yönetmen Juanita Wilson tarafnda çekilmitir. Film ayn zamanda 2010'da Oscar'a aday olmutur.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qn99F...