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  • Day41

    Chernobyl

    September 5 in Ukraine

    In the early hours of Saturday 26th April 1986, a routine experiment at Reactor Four of the Chernobyl power station went seriously wrong – leading to a radiation breach equivalent to 400 Hiroshimas. The experiment was designed to establish how long support systems would last after mains power had been removed; but a combination of poor design and insufficient training led to a fatal error. Automatic shutdown mechanisms were disabled as part of the test, so that when the insertion of fuel rods into the core caused an unexpected power surge, there was no way of venting the resultant steam. Internal pressure loosened the reactor’s cover plate, rupturing the fuel channels and causing a steam explosion in the reactor core.

    The first emergency teams to arrive were firefighters, many of whom had been given little or no briefing as to the nature of the accident. One of those firefighters, interviewed on the scene, described a feeling as of pins and needles, accompanied by a metallic taste in his mouth. He died soon after of acute radiation sickness. Within a week all 28 firefighters were dead.

    As authorities began to realise the scale of the disaster, radio-controlled bulldozers were deployed to clear the rubble. These robotic carts and diggers were sent in to find and remove radioactive debris; but their electronics were soon scrambled by the radiation, rendering them largely immobile. In the end, it had to be human hands that cleared the bulk of the waste. These ‘bio-robots’ as they were called were only able to endure 40 seconds of exposure at a time, as they shovelled the radioactive waste back inside the reactor so that it might be contained.

    In the city of Pripyat, a model Soviet city of 50,000 people just 3km from Reactor Four, residents were told nothing and life went on as radioactive fallout steadily fell on the city. Initially, the accident was heavily downplayed by Soviet state media, Pripyat’s brand new ferries wheel was even opened earlier than planned to encourage people to stay and go outdoors. It wasn’t until nuclear physicists raised the alarm in Sweden, 1000km away, that the USSR was forced into a public statement. Establishing a special commission to investigate the scale of the disaster, Soviet scientists soon found evidence of widespread radiation sickness; and at 14:00 on 27th April, an announcement called for the immediate evacuation of Pripyat.

    Underground, there was concern that the plasma would breach the concrete foundations and reach the ground table, the consequences of this eventuality were kept secret until 1991 when it emerged that this would have resulted in an nuclear explosion so large that it would have wiped out half of Europe and made Europe, and half of Russia uninhabitable for 500,000 years. Soviet miners were brought in to dig under the reactor to shore up the foundations as Soviet pilots were brought back from Afghanistan to dump more than 5,000 metric tons of sand, lead, clay and neutron-absorbing boric acid, dropped onto the power station from helicopters above. The reactor core burned for 5 months, when it was eventually sealed using and later, a concrete and iron sarcophagus would be installed over the core in order to contain the worst of the radiation. To deal with the clean up, the Soviet Union mobilised between 500,000 and 1 million reservists who were tasked with decontaminating the exclusion zone as best as possible. The political and economic costs are often cited as being a major contributing factor to the break up of the Soviet Union only a few years later.

    No one knows how many people died, either directly or indirectly, but the story is a testament to extreme human folly and cruelty, offset by astounding individual bravery and sacrifice. Chernobyl today is a permanent and indelible snapshot of this extraordinary story, and I’m extremely grateful I have had the opportunity to go.

    While a large draw card of a tour into the zone is definitely the photographic opportunities provided by the zone, with its modern day Pompeii feel of a ruined civilisation frozen in time, it’s often forgotten that the zone is a living breathing place. 700 people have moved back into the zone, illegally living amongst the ruins, while around 2000 people work in the zone, in shifts to manage radiation. Chernobyl should not be seen as as a fixed point in time, but rather as a region that is slowly building towards recovery while simultaneously remembering its past.

    Progress can also been observed at the site of Reactor Four. The old sarcophagus built to contain the radiation back in 1986, having been erected in haste, and under extremely hostile conditions has, of 2016, been replaced with a new shell weighing over 20,000 tons and rises to a height of more than 100 metres, making it the largest movable structure in the world (it was built on tracks for safety reasons and moved into place). Standing in the shadow of the colossal structure, I had to keep reminding myself where I was. One imagines a malevolent, industrial hell-gate, a radioactive Mount Doom; but in reality these neatly mown lawns, the modernist sculptures and – perhaps most of all – the sight and sound of ongoing work, makes this place feel just like any other industrial park.

    It was hard to imagine that beneath the steel and concrete, in the basement of Reactor Four, lurks perhaps the most dangerous single object on the planet. The solidified black lava formation known as the ‘Elephant’s Foot‘, a product of the melting core, an object of incredible mass and density, emitting as many as 10,000 roentgens per hour – that’s the equivalent of more than four-and-a-half million chest x-rays, and enough to kill someone in a matter of minutes.

    While the incredible story and sense of history you get art Chernobyl is palpable, as the holy grail of urban exploration it can be found wanting. The fact that it is so tightly controlled (for good reason) and relatively popular nowadays does diminish somewhat from the sense of discovery. Then again, this was hardly my first Soviet ‘ghost town’ experience. From an adventure/exploration perspective, I found more of value while exploring abandoned villages and monuments in the Balkans and the Caucasus, and we got lucky. Officially people have been banned from going inside buildings since 2015, but our guide was only too happy to break the rules to allow us time to explore abandoned apartment buildings, where we could reach the roof to get fantastic birds eye view of the zone, the sports hall, supermarket, theatre, as well as the famous school and kindergarten. It doesn’t take long in Pripyat to realise how advanced and modern this city was for it’s time, a model Soviet city with a population that had an average income 5 times the national average, this was the most advanced and luxurious city in Ukraine. The loss of the city must have been a huge psychological and economic blow for the state and the communist system.

    The final stop for the day was the top secret Durga radar array that was built close to the power plant due to its immense energy needs. This is a huge lattice mega-structure, 150 meters wide, 90 meters high, and 750 meters long. To man the radar system, a small secret city was built, in which 1,000 people lived. It broadcast a sharp tapping sound which earned it the nickname “Woodpecker” in the West due to its propensity to disrupt legitimate radio broadcasts and telephone communications all over the world. While many people worldwide had theories as to what was causing the noises, the source wasn’t confirmed until after the fall of the Soviet Union.
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  • Day42

    Kiev

    September 6 in Ukraine

    My lack of preparation for this trip came back to bite me a number of times on this trip, but nothing ultimately stung more than being denied more time in the Ukraine due to my simple oversight of getting a single entry visa. We both loved the time we had in the country, but it feels underdone and begging for more. I was surprised to discover that Ukraine (including Crimea) is the biggest country located entirely within Europe and we barely scratched the surface. Odessa and Kiev surprised and amazed, yet everyone I met told me that neither comes close to the magic of Lviv a city in the west with easy access to the amazing looking Carpathian Mountains. Both places that could have easily been done if I’d simply done my research.

    Not that I’m that bitter, the time we had was incredible and soooo ridiculously cheap. In Ukraine, we lived like kings. On balance I have never been anywhere that represents such incredible value for money. We stayed in beautiful accomodation for a pittance and drank the best cocktails and ate the most beautiful and sophisticated meals in stylish bars and restaurants for prices that felt criminal. We never had a bad or even mediocre meal (not counting the power plant canteen at Chernobyl). And the restaurants themselves were just phenomenal too. Trendy joints with fancy brickwork, exposed air ducts, and artistically creative plating. I have been to very few places in the world with such an abundance of chic and stylish restaurants. I am constantly amazed at the exuding coolness of Eastern Europe, and Ukraine may just be the epitome. Dining here while the beautiful people of Ukraine came out to sip a latte’s and cocktails felt worlds away from my preconceived notions of the country skewed by the media reports.

    Maybe it was because of the lack of tourists and touts, but we also slipped straight into local mode. We did very little sight seeing, just enjoying the city, markets, cafe’s, bars and restaurants, it was just a lovely place to be. I guess because postings are on my mind, but I kept thinking that those that get posted to Kiev must think they have won the lottery. A beautiful, vibrant, cosmopolitan, clean, green, safe and modern city that has to be one of the heaped things places in the world to live.

    Of course, it’s not all roses. Putin is not just at the door, but has crossed the threshold, which, consistent with Newton’s law, has created an equal and opposite reaction in the rise of Ukrainian ultranationalist. I read an article while I was here about the growing violence towards minorities, particularly Romas, and I happened upon a large nationalist demonstration on my final afternoon (which actually explained all the stencils I’d been seeing around the city in the days before). There was a large contingent of police and a complete lack of counter protesters, so the vibe wasn’t overtly hostile so I wandered around the periphery for a bit taking photos, it was only as I was leaving through the adjacent park and came across hundreds of soldiers drawn up in lines waiting for the order to move in that I got a sense that this was an event that could easily have got out of control.

    But, that’s that. This will likely be my last trip to Europe for a few years as my professional and personal focus shifts to north Asia, but once again I’ve had an amazing time, come through largely unscathed and with a broader and richer view of the world.
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  • Day92

    An der ukrainischen Grenze wurden wir das erste Mal richtig kontrolliert. Es dauerte ca. eine halbe Stunde bis wir die drei verschiedenen Schalter durchlaufen hatten und die Hälfte unser Taschen gefilzt waren.

    Roni wirkte wie eine verschlafene Kleinstadt. Wir fanden ein Cafe, wo eine Männergruppe nach ihrem sonntäglichen Fußballspiel Bier trank. Wir konnten bei ihnen Geld tauschen (was wir am Ende aber zurück bekamen), um etwas zu kaufen und verstanden uns auf Anhieb. (Einer konnte zum Glück Englisch ;)). Es war schon ein wenig unangenehm die Freundlichkeit abzulehnen. Es gelang uns nicht Bier, Pepsi, eine Schokolade und ein Rücklicht (vom Polizeichef Vladimir) auszuschlagen.

    Ein Grenzübergang (den einer einer der Fußballspieler mit plant/baut) von der Ukraine nach Rumänien wird es zum Frühjahr nächsten Jahres fertiggestellt, so dass wir wie geplant zurück nach Rumänien fahren.
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  • Day37

    Odessa

    September 1 in Ukraine

    Hangovers, a developing sore throat and a long, bumpy and hot bus trip made the trip to Odessa an arduous one, but eventually we were deposited into the heaving mass of humanity at Odessa’s bus station and market. After the relative sedateness of Transnistria this was quite a shock to the system, but we both fell in love with the place almost immediately. It was immediately thriving, gritty and exciting, and as we walked toward our accomodation closer to the city centre it progressively became grander and more beautiful. Much grander than I was expecting, giving hints of what must have been a truely fantastic and luxurious city back in its heyday in the beginning of the 20th century.

    Of course, as with most of Eastern Europe, the 20th century has not been the kindest, but Odessa is now on the up again due to it today being the largest port in Ukraine and domestic seaside destination, following Russia’s recent annexation of Sebastopol and Crimea. It is a vibrant, safe, cosmopolitan city of tree-lined streets, gardens and parks with multiple museums, a grand concert hall, a period-defining opera house, outdoor cafés, restaurants, bars and colourful street culture. It is a city to stroll through, relax in and explore. The people are friendly, the food is wonderful and international, the architecture stunning and the ambiance decidedly romantic.

    I could write an entire blog about the food in Ukraine, but suffice to say I have never had such technically proficient and high class food for so cheap in my life. Every meal has been to a standard that defies the dirt cheap prices, we have consistently eaten like kings at south East Asian prices.

    We spent the first evening wandering down to the sea front, drinking in a wine bar and having an incredibly decadent meal at a restaurant recommended by the wine bar’s owner, before grabbing an early night. Overnight, my throat only got worse and what I originally thought was a cold, I was pretty convinced was actually tonsillitis. Luckily (or irresponsibly) Ukraine is one of the very few places in the world where you can buy antibiotics over the counter (which probably explains the fact that there are pharmacists on literally every street corner, doing a roaring grey market trade), so following a consultation and recommended dosage from Dr Google, I procured a course of penicillin for $1 and tried to push through. We originally planned on taking a walking tour, but the guide was nowhere to be seen at the designated meeting point so instead we took ourselves to the markets for a wander. After this, I was fading fast so it was decided to dose of sea air was in order and so headed to the beach, hired sun lounges and lay in the sun, swan and drank cocktails while enjoying the decidedly Ukrainian beach ambiance and clientele.

    We had also read about the Odessa Catacombs a labyrinth of old lime stone quarries that extend for an unknown number of km’s beneath the city (estimates range from 1700 to 2500 kms). the catacombs are still being mapped and explored by professionals and amateurs alike. One such explorer is Valentine, our guide, who has been exploring the catacombs for 40 years, collecting thousands of artefacts, including the skeleton of a ww2 partisan, who’d been shot in the leg and who’s body was surrounded by empty medicine vials, providing a grim tableau to one of the Catacombs most violent and important history’s, as the base for partisans, and hiding place for Jews, during the Nazi occupation. Taking a tour with Valentine was a great decision. He was a wealth of knowledge concerning the catacombs and also spent much of the tour debunking numerous myths and old wives tales that are told to tourists on more commercial tours, including pointing out a cross that is one of the most instagrammed spots in the catacombs, complete with a romanticised story of it being hundreds of years old. Valentine knows better, seeing as he was there as a teenager drinking and smoking as his friends decided to carve the cross as a joke. It was a great tour though, giving us a small sense of the vastness and wildness that abounds underground.

    On our final evening Sophia was keen on seeing a show at the extremely grand Opera House. It so happened that there was a Ballet performance of Sleeping Beauty and the Prima Ballerina was Australian, so it was too perfect to pass up. Sticking with my pledge to always say yes to dubious ideas while travelling, I was happy to tag along to be able to see inside the building and for the experience, and I am very glad I did as the building has to be one of the grandest I have ever been inside. We sat in the Balcony’s for the outrageous cost of $18 per seat.

    It was a great cultural experience, but can’t say I’m any more convinced about the high arts than before I went. It did, however, reinforce my belief that humans are funny and continually confounding creatures.. No self respecting adult would dress up in their finest clothes and go for a big night out to the latest Disney animated fairytale, but mime the same fairytale via interpretive dance in gaudy costumes to classical music and suddenly it’s considered high art worthy of contemptuous high society.
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  • Day2

    Kiev

    August 9, 2017 in Ukraine

    After 4 hours of border control and 11 hours of bus riding I met Dasha, a classmate of mine from Hohenheim, and her Columbian boyfriend Edwin. She showed us the Ukrainian Kiev in a way I'll never forget. Together we discovered places we'd never seen otherwise. Definitely, Kiev is way more than post-soviet buildings and grey concrete and well worth a visit. Thank you Dasha and Edwin!Read more

  • Day3

    Ukraine: Train No. 006 - Kiev to Moscow

    August 10, 2017 in Ukraine

    The second day in Kiev I spent loosely to get ready for the overnight border crossing to Russia. The train was heated up by standing under the hot sun which turned every movement in the train into drops of sweat running down the skin. The more people entered the train, the more flavorsome the smell became. First, my neighboring seat was taken by Helen, but she got out in Konotop to visit her family. In Konotop, border control and another very friendly Ukrainian girl Natalia took Helen's seat. The next morning we spend together talking until we got out in Moskow, Kievskaya train station. Natalia went to a wedding and I was waiting for Maxi to meet.Read more

  • Day50

    Da die gigantische Radarstation für einen potentiellen Atomkrieg mit dem Westen unglaublich viel Strom verbraucht hat, war auch diese in der Nähe errichtet worden. Für schlappe 7 Milliarden Rubel wurde diese jedoch nicht lange in Betrieb genommen, da sie in einer Frequenz arbeitete welche vielfach den Funk auf der Welt störte, auch im Flugverkehr... 150m hoch und 500m breit stapelt sich das Altmetall heute 😉
    Am Ende der Tour muss man dann noch durch zwei Dekontaminations-Schleusen dann ist man wieder in Freiheit. Ein aufregender Tag. Und trotz der traurigen Geschichte ein würdiger Abschluss der Reise.
    Ich hoffe euch hats gefallen. Mir auf jeden Fall auch. Aber jetzt geht's erstmal ein Bier trinken. Morgen früh wartet schon der Flieger...
    Bis bald! Das war der letzte Eintrag für den Moment. Die nächste Tour kommt bestimmt 🤔
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  • Day45

    Odesa, Ukraine

    August 6 in Ukraine

    Obwohl der Bus durch Transnistrien gefahren ist, waren wir sehr flott in Odessa. Statt der veranschlagen 6 Stunden waren es nur 4 im "Marshrutka" (sprich: meist ausgemusterter Sprinter ohne Stoßdämpfer oder Anschnallgurte), da der findige Fahrer unter lauter Fluchen und Hupen an dem Grenzstau vorbeigefahren ist, per Handschlag die Zöllner begrüßt hat und ich prompt meinen Pass mit mehreren Stempeln zurück hatte 👍🏻
    Transnistrien ist offiziell Teil Moldawiens, hat sich jedoch so halb abgespalten als autonome Region Russlands, sprich mit Rubel als Währung und Putin als Held. Wie eine Zeitreise in die 80er der Sowjetunion.

    Schwieriger ist schon, dass kaum jemand hier in Odessa Englisch (oder Deutsch, Französisch oder Spanisch) spricht. So stoppte mein Bus irgendwo in Odesa und ich wollte aussteigen, als ich merkte dass die meisten Leute sitzen geblieben waren. Auf Nachfragen wo der nächste Stop wäre und zeigen der Karte auf dem Handy gab es nur Stirnrunzeln und Geschrei. Wir stoppten dann noch beim Hauptbahnhof an der Bushaltestelle. Da die Ukraine nicht in der EU ist und öffentliches Wifi eher unüblich ist war es mir leider nicht möglich herauszufinden wie ich zu meiner Camping Datscha kommen sollte. 6km bei über 30 Grad waren seit der Grenzüberquerung nach Rumänien heute keine Option. Also bin ich so lange um den Bahnhof spaziert bis ich ein ungeschütztes WiFi gefunden hatte (und Geldautomat) um erfreut festzustellen dass Uber hier möglich ist. Sprich für schmale 3 Euro wurde ich Richtung Süden zu den Stränden gefahren. Da meine "Datscha" - eigentlich eine Art Campingplatz mit Pressspanbuden - direkt am Strand ist gibt es auch nur stundenweise Strom und kein Internet. Außerdem musste ich trotz Uber Taxi die letzten knapp 2 Kilometer den Hang runter Richtung Strand laufen und die Datscha suchen, da diese weder bei Google noch maps.me verzeichnet war und Autos nicht in das Gebiet einfahren können. Da wären wir wieder beim Sprachproblem bzw fehlendem Internet 😂 Andererseits hat es mich mal wieder gefreut mit Händen und Füssen Scharade zu spielen um sich verständigen zu müssen.
    Egal, Odesa ist das Ziel sonnenhungriger Ukrainer, insbesondere da die Crim ja nicht mehr bereisbar ist. Ich bin bisher der einzige Westeuropäer hier. Der Rest kommt aus der Ukraine, Weißrussland, Moldova oder Polen 😂
    Kulturschock: oh ja, total. Mal was anderes. Aber auch anstrengend, da mich nix kyrillisch. In den anderen Ländern konnte man sich das meiste herleiten oder es gab die Möglichkeit mit Englisch durchzukommen. Erziehungstechnisch hagelt es hier es auch durchaus häufiger mal Backpfeifen und es wird auch mal etwas lauter. 🤔 Ist man so gar nicht mehr gewohnt...
    Viele neue Eindrücke also. Auch wenn die meiste Zeit aus o.g. Gründen in eigener Gesellschaft verbringen muss 🤷‍♂️ Die Stadt habe ich auch kurz besichtigt. Besonders ist die potemkinische Treppe. Sie ergibt eine optische Illusion. Im Grunde folgt auf ca 30 Stufen immer eine Art Plattform, dann wieder 30 Stufen. Schaut man von unten im richtigen Winkel hoch sieht man durchgängig nur Stufen. Von oben wiederum sieht man nur die Plattformen und keine einzige Stufe 😉 Ein paar schöne alte Boulevards und Restaurants gibt's natürlich auch. Aber der Star ist der Strand und die kilometerlange Promenade ohne Verkehr für Jogger, Radfahrer und Inliner. Die Leute sind total sportbegeistert aber abends auch dem Feuerwasser nicht ganz abgeneigt. Gut zu sehen an der riesigen Auswahl in jedem Supermarkt oder Kiosk 😎 Für Donnerstag habe ich ein Busticket nach Kiev (7 bis 8 Stunden). Mein vielleicht vorerst letzter Stop. Ringe gerade mit mir selbst ob ich auf dem Landweg über Polen zurück komme (plus eine gute Woche) oder ob ich von Kiev zurück fliege. Wird wie immer spontan entschieden 😉
    Nach 2 Tagen habe ich durch Zufall erfahren dass hier russisch und nicht ukrainisch gesprochen wird. So viel zu meiner Sprachbegabung. 😂 Aber es gefällt mir mit jedem Tag besser. Morgen früh nochmal an den Strand, am Mittag geht dann der Bus nach Kiev (7 Stunden). Die vielleicht vorerst letzte Station?! 🤔
    Mal sehen...
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  • Day49

    Kyiv, Ukraine

    August 10 in Ukraine

    Nach 7 Stunden mit dem Bus von Odessa hat es mich mittlerweile in die wunderschöne Hauptstadt Kyiv verschlagen. Ich bin ohne jegliche Erwartungen hierher gekommen und muss sagen es ist echt toll hier. Die Dnepr schlängelt sich hier durch die Stadt, es gibt tolle alte Gebäude zu sehen, martialische Monumente und Kriegsgeräte, orthodoxe Kirchenpaläste mit Katakomben mit mumifizierten Überresten von Mönchen. Für mich als großer Freund von engen, geschlossen Räumen ein Traum 😂 Aber was macht man nicht alles mit...
    Um 21 Uhr war ich dann im Hostel und habe mich direkt überreden lassen um die Häuser zu ziehen. Nach so vielen Stunden sitzen war nicht viel Überzeugungsarbeit notwendig... Eine lustige Truppe aus einer Türkin, Schwedin, 3 Franzosen und einem Chilenen sind wir dann durch ein paar Bars gezogen. Ein leichter Kater am nächsten morgen inklusive.
    Aber lustig war's natürlich und ich habe gleich mal die halbe Stadt bei Nacht erkunden können 👍🏻
    Die Stadt macht einen sehr lebendigen Eindruck, auch sind hier fast alle Schilder und Speisekarten sowohl kyrillisch als auch in unser Alphabet übersetzt, was einen zumindest in die Lage versetzt zu kommunizieren und zu verstehen wo man sich gerade befindet 👍🏻
    Schade, dass ich nur einen Tag hier hatte. Ich hätte gerne noch mehr erkundet. Aber einen letzten denkwürdigen Stopp habe ich morgen noch, bevor ich dann so langsam die Heimreise antrete ;)
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  • Day50

    Als letzten Stop vor der Heimreise habe ich mir einen etwas eher ungewöhnlichen Ort ausgesucht: die Evakuierungszone von Chernobyl ☢️
    Bereits seit einigen Jahren für den Tourismus geöffnet kann man hierhin unter anderem Tagestouren von Kyiv aus buchen. Berüchtigt ist der Ort aufgrund der damals größten Reaktorkastrophe am 26. April 1986. Damals kam es zu unkontrollierbaren Explosionen im Reaktor 4. Eine Verkettung unglücklicher Ereignisse, gepaart mit Fehlentscheidungen haben zum GAU geführt. Dabei traten große Mengen an radioaktiven Substanzen wie Strontium, Radium und Zäsium (vereinfacht gesagt). Durch das Leck im Reaktor sowie der Rauchentwicklung konnten große Mengen entweichen. Da Reaktor 3 im selben Komplex errichtet war bestand zusätzlich die Gefahr einer Ausweitung der Katastrophe auch auf diesen Reaktor. Die herbeigerufen Einsatzkräfte, welche in erster Linie das Feuer bekämpfen sollten um eine Ausweitung zu verhindern wurden so stark verstrahlt, dass keiner die darauffolgenden Wochen überlebt hat. Die genauen Opferzahlen, insbesondere aufgrund von Langzeitschäden wie Krebs sind aufgrund der Vertuschung der Sowjetregierung unbekannt. So war es in Sterbeurkunden nicht möglich als Grund Strahlung bzw Krebs einzutragen.
    In Chernobyl selbst leben heute immer noch viele Arbeiter, welche am Rückbau und der Reinigung arbeiten. Die radioaktiv verschmutzte Wolke hat Wetterbedingt hauptsächlich die Arbeiterstadt Pripyat getroffen, welche auch als erste evakuiert wurde.
    Die Strahlungswerte sind heutzutage fast normal, die am stärksten betroffenen Gebiete wurden plattgewalzt und zugeschüttet, sodass die kontaminierten Partikel nach und nach tiefer in den Boden gesickert sind. Geigerzähler hatten wir immer dabei und an manchen Punkten konnte man über 100 Mikro-Sievert messen (normal wäre 0,30). Einen Meter weiter war die Strahlung wieder normal. Die Strahlung der ich mich heute ausgesetzt habe entspricht etwa einem Transatlantikflug. Um hier rein zu dürfen muss man sich mittels Veranstalter die Genehmigung einholen und zwei Checkpoints mit Reisepass überqueren.
    Der neue Sarkophag von Reaktor 4 ist mittlerweile seit 2 Jahren fertig und das größte Problem erst einmal um mindestens 100 Jahre in die Zukunft verschoben.
    Ansonsten gibt es in Chernobyl selbst nicht viel zu sehen. Ein paar Monumente, Verwaltung, Quartiere und Hotels. Einige leerstehende Häuser und von der Natur weitestgehend zurück erobert. Aber die eigentlichen Highlights sind die Reaktoren, die Radaranlagen aus dem kalten Krieg und natürlich die ehemalige 50000 Einwohner große Geisterstadt Pripyat. Dazu gleich mehr.
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