Good morning, I pass a masterful story of my friend nuclear Mellow Yellow:
Today it rains.
Perhaps that is why I write.
I always liked the rain. As a child I snuggled on the couch that was next to the window and saw the drops from the lead-colored sky, heard the patter of drops on the window sill, a rumor that I had the dream, the comfortable siesta on Saturday , to dream with more clouds and people running through the streets ...
recently rain is more fun. When people do not leave when I know I'll be alone, I slipped on my running clothes and along with my dog \u200b\u200bsplashing through the mud in the mount. We return home a croquette made of mud, making few months, which no longer causes the fear of my ex-girlfriend ...
The rain always brings something. In spring, when grasses drown asthmatics, the rain makes airborne pollen fall on roads and highways, making them a yellow rink. This led to many accidents between cyclists and more than a scare among relatives of the bike. It also drops the pollution of Company A, Company B, and other like hell on us, on my head wet mountaineer corridor on my dog's fur then licks in the comfort of your bed. Sometimes it even brings hell worse.
You know, really, how the weather system? I, as candidate of the Left definition of planet as "global village", I have a slight idea. Did you know that the highest concentrations of DDT in the world are in the Arctic Circle? The capricious winds are dragging India's , the only country in the world that still produces dust particles with the carcinogenic substance in successive cycles of evaporation and deposition until it leaves them there forever.
Along the way, fish and animals then eat, absorb and deposit it in your system.
I fear that is beginning to show which way the shots of this post.
But really, this post is on the honor of man.
Do you know what it is (in most cases was) a liquidator? That was the name given to the number of volunteers, workers, soldiers, firemen, butchers, cobblers, etc.. that workers exposed to lethal doses radiation in the Chernobyl plant. The plan was to send to people covered with lead suits to collect 30 kilos hands graphite rods fuel plant, following the explosion of the reactor core had been scattered everywhere. They did it in shifts of two minutes, 45 seconds and radiation were deadly. This plan was obviously crap, but it is when any plan is the only possible because the remote control robots that are trying to do at first they were damaged by radiation and heat in minutes. These workers were pouring back into the reactor throughout the material as humanly possible, and then this was covered by helicopter (whose pilots died a few days) with a mixture of gravel, sand and lead to prevent further melting reactor core. Stop the merger was vital because, in theory, the core of a reactor on its merger can dig a tunnel to the center of the planet, and some say it can get to emerge on the other hand, the name "China Syndrome" because China is the antipode of the United States, the only country to have some experience Chernobyl nuclear accident. After stopping the merger, were buried vehicles, materials, and individuals involved in the incident, and built the famous sarcophagus more human construction that will last, since the effects of radiation take hundreds of thousands of years to disappear.
Of the 600,000 liquidators believed to have worked at Chernobyl, it is estimated that some 250,000 are still alive. All unharmed, some terrible, most in exchange for a metal medal that does not solve your personal disaster in the slightest. About 25,000 died in minutes. Stories of heroism were experienced excessive, often paid with their lives. There was even a platoon of Army divers who, faced with the need to close the valves in the cooling tanks so that contaminated water does not end up leaking and spreading to adjacent fields, was asked several volunteers for the task, previously warned they would die if he were immersed in radioactive sludge. As a whole platoon volunteered to die, had to draw lots.
Thanks to people how are you, us, the bastards first world we live in your homes, surrounded by unnecessary luxuries, guitars, expensive bicycles, Japanese technology ...
Which brings me to the second part.
If you do not live in a cave, you already know what happens in Japan. Imagine how elapse the same situation here. People running from one place to another, looting, and blaming Rajoy Zapatero from a plane, the last fag ...
But the bulk of Japanese society is exemplary. They invented the honor. They are the suicide bombers who died willingly in the Great War, but without the promise of heaven full of virgins of the Islamists. They invented the harakiri to restore lost honor in battle. But what I have been looking for since the beginning of the post is to focus on a particular group.
Imagine bastards first world, how it can be the life of a Japanese engineer in a nuclear plant in the country of consumption. I speak from a place where a watermelon costs 150 EURAC, about the same as my first guitar.
I suppose it's great.
It turns out that 50 of these men of great lives have decided to stay the hell out of Fukushima, with almost absolute certainty that they will die, perhaps in a futile attempt and desperate that lives of their brothers, wives, friends, and millions of strangers with all the normal follow to enable them the consequences of an earthquake of 9 degrees and subsequent nuclear leakage.
I hope that your lives have been wonderful, guys.
I hope you have been at the height of your deaths, which, unlike those of most people will not be in vain.
I ask all of you to think about moments in the lives of these 50 good men. It's the least they deserve. They are the exception, one of the few examples that make me think man as a species worth.
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