Back on earth ...

The memory that I can have of Chernobyl, they are images filmed from helicopters, but obviously never image the ground. With this book, we find ourselves on the ground, with people who have directly experienced the accident because simply they lived there. People from all social classes here bring their testimonials, local small, military, scientists. Almost all of this motley mix of people compare these events to war, whether World War II or even the war in Afghanistan, and all are saying that they preferred the war that they have experienced with this nuclear accident, because with the war, at least they knew what they were fighting against, and they knew how they could die.
The plurality of origins of all these people gives a heterogeneous text very interesting, each finding very specific words to their experience of a common thing. All, without exception, at their level, perceive the ridiculous methods of treatment of the crisis by the authorities of the moment.
We spend an extraordinary testimony of love, the terrible description, raw enough, some effects on people directly exposed to radiation.
The accumulation of evidence that the reading ends up being very heavy and difficult to prosecute, it is the principle of the book and it never stops. The reader is simply overwhelmed by all that these people were able to cross over this disaster and we find ourselves moved up to the high point by humanity that permeates many of these texts.