Before me a snow-covered bridge, the bluish evening light and wolf tracks, I have spent the past two days in the forbidden zone of Chernobyl. I didn’t want to come back here. I had spent too much time here between 2009 and 2011. Four months losing myself in this forbidden place that has fascinated me since my first trip here in 2001. I am drawn toward it and repulsed at the same time.
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