I have to share this. A young woman named Elena posted these stories of her adventures in Russia. The sites aren’t pretty, and the English is stilted at times, but her straightforward and heartfelt accounts are fascinating.

Ghost Town: Images of Chernobyl

Years ago I came across Elena’s amazing story of her motorcycle ride through the Chernobyl area. She shares her first-hand experience with vivid descriptions and photos of the area twenty years after the 1986 disaster.

The author is a good story-teller and she tells the history of the event from the eyes of a Russian native. Mostly, though, she shows images of the aftermath that are fascinating and haunting.

Chernobyl photo of classroom
Dolls and gas masks, standard kindergarten supplies

The Serpent’s Wall: Russian battlefields

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been fascinated by World War II, especially the European theater. I don’t know why. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that my mom was born and raised in Germany. She was eleven years old when the war ended, and she told me stories of living in Schweinfurt when the Allies were bombing the city. The people who lived in the apartments went to the basement during air raids and she can remember hearing the explosions.

Whatever the reason, it comes as no surprise that Elena’s account of her visit to the battlefields around Kiev should interest me. But, even for a non-World War II buff, the history and the photos of the relics she finds are worth checking out.

World War II helmet

Elena has written other things, including one about the Soviet gulags.

Chernobyl by bike, World War II by shovel
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2 thoughts on “Chernobyl by bike, World War II by shovel

  • 10-07-2011 at 1:39 pm

    Thanks for posting this. I can’t wait to check it out. I didn’t know your mother was born in Germany. New Dan info all the time πŸ™‚

    • 10-07-2011 at 1:47 pm

      Ha! I didn’t know you didn’t know. πŸ™‚

      But yeah, Mom lived there until she married my dad, who was in the (U.S.) army and was stationed there. When I was a kid, Mom was extremely afraid of thunderstorms (which we had a lot of in the Midwest), and I often wondered if that fear was based in part of her experience as a child.


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