Trafika Europe 3 - Latvian Sojourn

satellites can see you from invisible heights? Or so the radioactive rain can fall on you?

We had no way of knowing, it wasn't marked on the map and no dosimetric lines were drawn on the orienteering stencil – a few days earlier, a thousand kilometers to the north and east, Reactor No. 4 at Chernobyl had exploded, under the watch of the Fifth Shift.

The pioneer camp commander later summed it up with his favorite saying: “Shit happens.”

Letter to an Unknown Comrade

I know, my dear little unknown Soviet and Ukrainian comrade, I know, but please – don't finish yet, tell me again. Tell me how it happened once more, tell me, even if it means repeating yourself and wasting yet another whole page of graph paper. For me it's important, it's so important, you can't even begin to imagine. I want to hear about the banks of the Pripyat River – I can see its water boiling, I understand. But more about that later, it's still too early, April hasn't arrived yet, nor the beginning of May, the water is calm. Longer ago and further back, before spring and before winter. Tell me about the

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