By 1986, when Chernobyl blew up, I was already quite an adult (37 y.o.) man and had received already quite a good training, both physical and, I can say, moral. Because my lifestyle was really connected with what they call now 'extreme', with risk-taking, and, well, with adrenaline – and I liked it. And when Chernobyl exploded and I was summoned to the draft bord, it was in June 1986, in summer. So I came to Chernobyl about 1,5 months after the whole epopee started. And I must say that since I was a chemist and, well, a professional, I had a clue of what had happened there. So what is called the “newspapers” or “the media” – they gave out information really sparingly. All the information was classified and veiled and, actually, there was no information at all. A classic of the genre was that a cycling race took place in Kiev on May 1, as well as the May Day demonstration and festivities, and the residents of Pripyat weren’t evacuated until two days after the disaster. What saved them all was that the wind chart was favorable in general. The wind changed later, and then Pripyat became an extremely polluted place.