Man, I sure know how to pick the most cheerful spots in Kiev.
Like last time, back in 2006, I visited the Chernobyl Museum in Kiev. Unlike last time, this time I went alone. Katya spent her Friday supervising workmen in her apartment, getting into arguments with them, while I returned to what is one of the most interesting and, simultaneously, gut wrenching, museums I’ve ever visited.
This time there was added irony – given that Ukraine is a relatively poor country, it wasn’t surprising to see that the displays were enhanced with courtesy of funds donated by a rich country that experienced first hand the devastation of nuclear bombs and, now, a nuclear meltdown of their own.
Chernobyl and Fukushima are why I’m opposed to nuclear power – at a fundamental level, when one of these plants has an accident, the consequence take hundreds of years to resolve.
Like last time, it’s hard for me to really explain what the museum is like – other than to say that it is very well done.