Every visit I’ve had to this sad place has brought me different emotions. It was a deep shock on the very first journey – it left me senseless for a couple of hours. The next few visits to the dead streets brought me a slight scare. It is rather bemusing to hear all the weird sounds in the empty apartment blocks. They range from a wind rocking the doors to snow falling from rooftops with a cracking sound – but every sound produced in Pripyat is multiplied ten times over. There are simply no people here, so the streets are filled with an echoing cacophony, which at times sends shivers up my spine.
NOTE: Excellent series on visiting ghosts of 25 years past
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