Monday, MAY 26

Monday, May 26, = = (Gomel City - Maps)

I wake up and a light beam me for long seconds to keep the eyes closed, the sun pierce the window with his unrelenting rays, I get up and eyes semi-direct me to the bathroom.
I forgot to tell you that the windows in the eastern countries have no taxes and only curtains mitigate the external light preventing the eruption in the rooms.
I go down the hall and make breakfast yesterday, I have not eaten almost anything. After the sixth call into my stomach, I must think how to spend the day in this city.
Tomorrow I have to do all the other 250 km of a wind to get to Kiev in Ukraine.
I think that will involve the most polluted in Europe, if not the world and this makes me not very quiet, the whole area around Chernobyl is polluted by radiation is the "Dead Zone".
However, many Belarusian citizens live there is still crazy. Distract the mind from all this and wander around the streets, I do not see large stores with banners high, the classified "as a family."
I go to the market is full of people lined the banks are many and selling of all, I miss watching this show, which...




all seem to have gathered in this place, in fact on the streets of the city, not many people traveling.
A fruit dealer bought some Mandarin from Georgia, and I drink a Kvasir, drink made of mint, sugar, malt and fruit.
I go out on the big square in front of me and enjoy the spring sun, a journey through the streets and parks, monuments and churches meeting, the University is building a white face and looks like a Roman colonnade.
I sit on the banks of a pond, an elderly gentleman sitting near me while the granddaughter, who now throws bread crumbs to a white swan.
The clothes or my face unusual for those seats, attracts the attention of the man who wonder where I come from I have invites to exchange two words with him.

"The city that is around you have been called in order in recent years, but the campaigns, have a look yet old and even if what they feature a semblance of local tradition, the inexorable deterioration progresses. But much has been done and I hope that does not stop everything to a hypocritical facade, to gratify the "power shift". Above this is an area and even closer to the Ukrainian border, as you may know, "evil" in those difficult places in order to improve the situation "

He lived a few miles from the border when the disaster happened, he worked in Minsk, had permission to go and take his family remained at home, only after several days.
His wife died after a year for thyroid cancer, her daughter was infected and was able to survive only thanks to the availability of families of other foreign countries that gave the opportunity, in addition to health care made in their country, to change air in a healthier environment.
Many Italian families are alert to give support to these people and many children were able to spend happy days, with them in our country.
I wish him much luck and I leave with a strong heart, I think that despite its troubles, I spoke with dignity and without complaining of his bad luck.
Back in hotel management, I decided to eat at their restaurant, I imagine they have a good menu.
Sitting at the table I need pasta seasoned with milk and second skewers of roasted meat with potatoes au gratin, while pleasant tasting this dish, I wonder from where these foods come? Ousted immediately thought, if I think of those in the "evil" eat the product of their fields.
Since I arrived in this city, all my thoughts go out to life that people have spent in this area over the years.
After lunch an Italian lady, known to the hotel bar, tells me that coming here is to bring to his home in Italy, an orphan girl who is in an "internal", I do not understand well what it is, ask them.

"We could call them orphanages but they are not only that, we also live boys who have family. Here are monitored and cared for many children born after 1986 who take the trail of contanimazione suffered by their parents. Many leading international economic support, material and human, trying to alleviate the resulting loneliness of children "

I spend the evening in the company of other people who came for the same reason to Gomel and scattered in a radius of tens of kilometers the next day, for different destinations, which are the "internees". At night I have not appetite, I prefer to taste the savory pastries that I bought on the streets, improvised at a banquet, from an elderly lady dall'indefinibile age.
E 'night there are some places where the youth of Gomel meet, I see many of them wander the streets to enjoy the cold air that the light wind from the north door.
The evening passes between a coffee and a glass of vodka and when I feel that the eyes are heavy, I think it is time to close on a soft, warm bed.

> (DIARY DAY FOLLOWING MAY 27 )