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Usually, on this part of road a beeping of dosimeter inspires me to switch couple of gears up and get through the area with great haste. The place in front of me is called red - or 'magic" wood. In 1986, this wood glowed red with radiation. They cut it down and buried it under 1 meter of earth. The Dosimeter readings on the asphalt paving is 500 -3000 microroengens, depending upon where you stand. That is 50 to 300 times the normal radiation of a normal environment. If I step 10 meters forward, dosimeter will run out of scale. If I walk a few hundred meters towards the reactor, the radiation is 3 roengens per hour - which is 300,000 times normal. If I was to keep walking all the way to reactor, I would glow in the dark tonight. Maybe this is why they call it a magic wood. It is dark magic that turns biker leather into shining armour.

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<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">It was quite boring to participate in an election with one candidate from one party, so the turnout was very low. That is until the local officials hit upon the idea of offering free drinks in return for a vote. This inspired the electorate to become very interested in politics.</font>

<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">The door on the right is free drink room and door on left is the election room. I don't know if authorities came up with idea of making the day after the elections a holiday so the voters had time to sober up before returning to work. Old man who told me this story could not recall it either.</font>

<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Originally posted by Jaiph:
Seen it before, but makes me want S.T.A.L.K.E.R even more.</font>