Just now I finished to write an essay about ghost town of Pripyat. I saw many photos of it and read a few poems of former Pripyat resident Lyubov Sirota. Her poems are wonderful and I'm glad they remind us about the disaster which happened in 1986. I think it's important not to forget about such things.
But we - we are the payment for rapid progress,
mere victim of someone else's sated afternoons.
It wouldn't have been so annoying for us to die
had we known
our death would help
to avoid more "fatal mistakes"
and halt replication of "reckless deeds"!