Starting for me the viewing of a new series with which I have broken ears for weeks, Chernobyl. Yes, of course, you have all seen the incredibly weak tourists who make beautiful selfies, during their pilgrimage, at the height of the little brains they have left.
In short, a first episode anxiety, disturbing, whose angles and staging will haunt my nightmares for some time. We dive into the heart of the reactor and we experience the open air herniation by the explosion and the fire of this nuclear demon that goes the same day and during the days, the years that will follow, spread in an apocalypse calculated in the time his miasmas. The disaster will be both ecological and human through an extraordinary combination of human stupidity, administrative denial and undeclared economies but no less of horrible and especially guilty consequences.
The effects do not wait since from the first hours the Evil begins to act on the life and the health of the firemen and on the life of discrete heroes sacrificed who will die in the agony and in the forgetfulness after having tried to arrange the unthinkable or helped to cover with a beautiful layer of lies a scandal with universal reach.
The real culprits act like all conspirators, we close our eyes, we silence everybody, we block the communication, we draw the curtain. The banal treatment with its hierarchical pressure, personal ambitions, the scandal of human error associated with a low-end system factory placed in the hands of a 5-year-old and the usual political dimension incompatible with basic constraints of security.
I will remember a striking and implacable scene. Night scene, the factory fire has started for hours, firefighters get busy and families living in the city built around the factory start to wake up. Between explosion, fire, and noises caused by alarms, impossible to fall asleep. Men, women and children attend from afar the show attracted by the beauty of the colors in the distance. Meanwhile, tiny particles of the plant come off and mix with the air and the wind and begin to get closer and then settle on onlookers who linger, arise on their faces, their hair, cover their arms penetrate the baby carriage. They are amazed as if a magical snow landed on them. Not thinking, that death and tragedy are slowly entering their bodies.