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Prypiat recent comments:

  • Palace of Culture - "Energetik", Visiting Eagle (guest) wrote 17 years ago:
    Notice how trees and shrubs are simply taking root in the concrete steps and walkway areas. Someday nature will reclaim this entire city, and it will only be remembered through photographs. Very sad.
  • Hotel Polissia, chornoman wrote 17 years ago:
    Because of the view it affords of the station the upper floors and hotel roof top were used by the government commission investigating the accident. It was also used as an air traffic control site to direct the helicopter bombardment of Block Four with boron, sand, lead and other chemicals. As you climb the stairs to the roof you will notice the pink plastic film that was sprayed on the walls and steps to trap radioactive dust. This film is commonly seen in the city's buildings. There are small trees growing through the floor of the observation area at the top of the hotel.
  • Hospital No. 126, chornoman wrote 17 years ago:
    This is Pripyat's hospital and is where all victims of the accident were first brought to be treated. One died from burns while the others were sent to Moscow's Hospital Number 6 (it specializes in radiation treatment) that evening. Most died agonizing deaths within a few weeks to months. The last to die was a female security guard who stood by her post after the explosions. Her suffering ended after 96 days. The last time I visited these buildings (2004) there were many patient records and medical equipment left in them. These days this area is heavily overgrown. More so than many places in the city.
  • vulytsia Lesi Ukrainky, 42, David Metlesits (guest) wrote 17 years ago:
    Dear Mr. Evacuated. When I first read your comment, those four little words, they made me cry. I was always interested in the disaster of Chernobyl but your words tell a million times more than any documentaries. They tell the real human tragedy. I dedicate this small poem to You and to all the victims of Chernobyl. If you ever read this, please know that I share your pain. Coming down the roads of desperation Here I see the ruins of a once-great nation Embittered by the wrath of the wormwood Riot of the atom struck my childhood Not beliving the impossible-became-reality Oblivious, perhaps, not seeing the fataily Black rain, red forest, green uniform, white soul Years of desperation, exile, roots torn from the soil Lesi Ukrainki street, embrace me once more