Chernobyl is a darn good concept to exploit; that was my first thought, when I learnt they were doing this film. Early childhood memories swept into my present and upsetted it. I lived through that radioactive spring, I remembered, and that radioactive summer. Well aware of the fact that I was at no point to pick fruits from the trees in my village near Thessaloniki, I had nonetheless only abstract perception of the rest. My grandma did not make her traditional sweet delicacy from rose petals, they were supposedly infected by this impossible danger. I tried to look at the roses up close, I tried hard to discern their radioactive qualities; they hadn't explained me that it was 100% invisible.
