Travelling to Chernobyl, I rode through small villages with shabby and worn down shacks where old women tended kitchen gardens–the type of villages that seem to have only old people and small children living in them. Just beyond that rural bliss, five-story concrete expressions of provincial dread stood clawing at the skies. Occasional laundry hanging on a clothesline or some flowers on a balcony were the only indications that people were living behind the closed windows. Families in those small towns live there without warm water or central heating throughout the brutal Ukrainian winter.

via A Bike Ride To Chernobyl | VICE.


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