We were stepping into abandoned city of Pripyat for the first time and saw a jungle so high it almost reached the sky.
I understood that no one at the moment except us was in this forgotten place.
If you are illegal chernobyl explorer (stalker) Pripyat become a reward and trophy for all your efforts and sufferings. Having walked about 30 km all night long, we came at dawn, when there are still no excursions around and the guards do not patrol. We were stepping into this city for the first time and saw a jungle so high it almost reached the sky. I understood that no one at the moment except us was in this forgotten place.
On the first floor one of the sixteen-story buildings of Pripyat we entered I threw my backpack in the corner, which seemed to have already grown into my collarbone, and we went directly to the very top, despite the fact that I have had not even a drop of water in my mouth in the last couple of hours and my legs seemed to be rebelling and they almost refused to function.
I went upstairs and I couldn't´ believe my own eyes. Fog and the first rays of the sun covered the whole abandoned city of Pripyat. I looked ahead - and seemed as if everything was vanishing in gold, everywhere where my gaze could reach. Empty houses were looking at me from all directions with their blind eyes-windows.
Not a soul was around. And just a few kilometers away from me there were the destroyed fourth power block of Chernobyl reactor and the sarcophagus. Chernobyl nuclear power plant looked majestically, buried in a yellow-pink mist. I looked at it and it seemed to me that no pyramids and lost Mayan burials can compare with it.
I looked back - and the moon was still high in the sky, brushing the thickets with a light violet haze through which we could get here. I had no words, I had no thoughts. My eyes were only wide open to eagerly absorb as much as possible. I wanted to dissolve in this world, I wanted this world to be dissolved within me. It was so immense, it was so incredible that I couldn´t believe it.
Completely exhausted, I planted my haft-numb from fatigue and hynger body on the edge of the roof, not wanring to move, to wanting to think, no wanting to want.
All that I could do was whispering to myself tirelessly "It was worth it... it ... was ... worth it."