WORSE THAN RADIATION
and 7 odd Chernobyl stories
(Instead of Conclusion)
‘Seems it’s not a antritis...’ (‘Fine’, I replied.) ‘... but better let’s take an X-ray’. The doctor — my good acquaintance — continued. ‘No objections?’ — ‘Sure’.
He wrote — not a standard application to X-ray laboratory (their office hours had finished quite a while ago) — but a personal note with polite request.
A burly middle-aged woman — an assistant in X-ray lab:
‘They do know our office hours are over — but nevertheless send here their buddies... No remorse, at all... ’Cause they know
I won’t reject — God forbid something will happen with my kinfolk — I’ll have to apply to them doctors, of course...’ She grumbled — but rather pretending it.
‘OK, put this on, sonny’.
She tied around my waist something like a skirt — two aprons, actually — one at front, the other on the rear — with heavy lead plates in them.
‘You are a young lad... Take a seat’.
Puts the same construction on my chest and back, ties
a knot at my shoulder...
‘Why should you youth have this excessive irradiation...’
... so nice and kind an ‘auntie’ — X-ray-assistant...
But I — I hardly-hardly control myself.
Not to burst into laughter.
It’s so ODD.
Odd — for ME.
Instead of Epilogue
|Merits previous don’t exist
What do exist is: you — and life
You have with you just
What you have in you — hold tight!
Design by: M.Opalev
Studio ARWIS Kharkov, 2001