You know, Chernobyl, like, sucked.
I just read the most heartbreaking story in the Daily Telegraph about a woman whose husband worked in the plant. They were both woken up by the explosion, and he knew immediately what must have happened. He pulled on his clothes, and ran out of the house, telling his wife to leave and get as far away as she possibly could. She did. Her husband, who knew the risks, went down to the plant, and managed to save the other reactors from blowing.
The woman managed to find him again in a hospital outside of Moscow, and she said he just melted away. Literally, he was so radiated that he fell apart. A month after he died, her baby was born. It suffered from horrible birth defects, and died a few days later.
Poor woman. It's just so awful.
What is additionally disconcerting is that, because I was living in the U.K. when it happened, I've been bombarded with radioactivity blown over fron the Ukraine. Anyone who lived in Europe was. Freaky.
Sorry to be so depressing. Just had to get it out of my system. I'm up by myself at my aunt's cottage on Lake Huron, studying (or not) for my exams. The water is so blue, and the sun is shining, making the lake sparkle, and the birds are chirping away. It's hard to believe that anything so horrible could happen. I think I'll go outside and relish the evening. Life is short.