And I'd like to add that when I first arrived in Pripyat I was struck by the beauty of the town, by the abundance of roses. In Pripyat we had about five rose bushes per each citizen. We had flower beds full of roses everywhere, it was a great amount, and they were all different – yellow, orange, purple of all shades and dark colours. Those flowers with drops of dew on them, their beauty and fragrance met us every morning.(...) Shortly before it happened we'd moved in a new flat and furnished it all – and we left it all there, didn't take anything with us. Only the clothes we had on – just went out of the door and left. Not even suitcases – nobody had any suitcases. There was no panic, no rush, no flurry. We just got on our busses in an orderly manner and drove away. And left Pripyat.