MONOLOGUE ABOUT CHERNOBYL

The Third Angel plays the trumpet. And from heaven fell a great star, burning like a torch. It spreads across the rivers and the waters. Many men died. The name of the star is Wormwood. And ‘wormwood’ in Ukranian is Chernobyll.

                                                                                          Book of Revelation, St. John 8: 10-11

A few kilometers from Chernobyl, there is a radioactive atmosphere that can not be seen but can intuit it. Food contaminated by Cesium 137 and Strontium, these inhabitants consume daily making radioactive isotopes are deposited in their bodies gradually. These people still want to live in this area, they are their homes, their lives are. “Something has to die” some say wryly  At one’s in one of the most polluted areas of the planet. Thirty years later we can still see the effects of this invisible enemy.

The price of feed in Chernobyl is a slow and almost silent death.