We all know what happened in Chernobyl thirty years ago. But a lot of us know it just from news or from our friends. For a long time I was planning a trip to Chernobyl and specially to Prypjat to see and feel the sadness of this place where the clocks and within the time has stopped 30 years ago.
I took my camera with me, because I was afraid, that words can’t describe what I feel. For me it was a life changing visit. I knew, that it will be emotional, sad and dignified. To stand on the main place of Prypjat which 50.000 people crossed every day until the disaster and now listening to the silence, just the Geiger counter making some noise in my hand is something I will never forget.
If somebody would ask me, if I want to go back there one day, I would answer him: Yes. Not because of taking pictures or being an extreme-tourist. Just to stand again at the ferry wheel, imagining the voices of the far away kids, who are playing on the playground or at the auto scooter next to the ferry wheel, are being happy.
I also want to the the athletes swimming in the pool, preparing for the Olympic games, or some couples sitting on the roof on the lonely chair and watching down on Prypjat. But I will not see them, not hear them. The only thing I will hear is the counter in my hand, showing me the radiation and how dangerous this place is.
The line between life and death is smaller than we think. Also a lesson Prypjat and Chernobyl taught me.