This lake in Kyshtym has swallowed nuclear waste for almost fifty. years now. Radiation was earlier so high that one hour at the shore of this. lake would cause death in just a few weeks. Karachay, the entire lake, is.
Day after day. Nothing's changed you're far away. But I need you to know that I can't sleep anymore. By the nights. Night after night. The stars are shining so bright.
[Music: D.Gildenlow]. . 'In fire, we can see our past and our coming. For, as with us and our time,. These flames are solely born through the complete and utterly consumption.
She is twelve I'm only ten. buried in this soft mountain of pillows. Parents away. She asks me have I been touched. Have I done the thing with anyone yet.
[Music: D.Gildenlow]. . 'Only the tame birds have a longing. The wild ones fly.'. . So once again. Another New Year's Eve will ease our pain. Faith for the few.
'The white man, he comes and goes. He can go.. But that's our homeland for. Thousands of years. That's our home, and we will never leave. No matter how.
[Music: D.Gildenlow]. . 'In time of war the first casualty is truth.' 'What broke in a man when he. Could bring himself to kill another?'. . We've seen it before but safe on our suburb screens.
Watch them dance. . She is intimacy, a wonder of closeness. Fighting hypocrisy, a lonely child that. Never could believe, yet never give up. On life's insanity.
(Sorrow turned into hate. Anger became a thread, to climb with faith.. Tasting the life she shed)"Time will heal" they told him - just if they. knew his pain..
And so I find myself here once again. First step down remedy lane. Budapest you tore my world apart, well, here I am. Worn with rope ends on my mind, torn with blood scarred in my eyes.
...now he's counting time in beggings and bottles fading away beneath old. news so he's lost some faith, but still there are fire deep inside that he.
'They tell all the people of Europe, it's a good, clean industry, it's a. great way to save the world. But I'm here to tell you that now they're. knocking on our door because they can't find any place to store the damned.
And sex was always there from when I was only eight years - tempting me leave thirsty. Sweat, skin, a pulse divine to balance this restless mind - it seemed so wonderfully physical.
I Am. I Am. I Am. I was not then I came to be. I cannot remember not being. . But I may have traveled far, very far, to get here. Maybe I was formed in this silent darkness.