Dear Log,
«Today, the schoolrooms are a damp, rotting tangle of rusting children's chairs and desks. Outside some flats, tattered washing still flutters on the line; in the silent town square poplar trees have sprouted through the concrete. At the sports stadium, the track is barely discernable and the football pitch has become a small forest. Everywhere is broken glass, and inside the buildings feet crunch on fallen masonry and rotten ceiling insulation. The first tour groups here were so unnerved by the total silence that they asked to leave. It is a modern Pompeii, messy as the disaster that created it.»I wonder how long until the Russians claim that Chernobyl never happened, and/or was caused by junkie Chechen terriss.--"Postcard from hell: Eighteen years ago, it was the site of the world's worst nuclear reactor disaster. Now Chernobyl is becoming a tourist attraction."
And yet, the wages of spin are death. No faith-based tumors for me, thanks!
