Up on the roof
From here, the shining cloud above
the reactor must have been a staggering sight.
Standing on the roof of the highest building in this empty town brings a feeling of being completely alone in the world - like this whole town is.
Time stands still in Ghost Town.
Maybe it is because the clocks here don't measure time - they measure radiation levels.
There is no phone service. Cellular phones don't work either.
The day after the accident, this place on the bridge provided a good view of the gaping crack in the nuclear containment vessel that was ruptured by the explosion. Many curious people came here to have a look and were bathed in a flood of x-rays emanating directly from the inside of the glowing nuclear core.
This is what is left of the swimming pool "Azure"
Beethoven's moonlight sonata lies trampled in a gutter.
It is time to thank you all for reading
The last photos are of the town kindergarden.
There are hundreds of little gas masks, a teachers diary and a last note saying that their walk on Saturday has been canceled due to some unforeseen contingency.
Farther photos don't need my comments, they tell the the Ghost Town's story in a way that no words can.