The Smartphone Liked to Walk by Lake Kyshtymov Because It Was Beautiful and Pleasant There

To end up right at the center of a man-made catastrophe on a world scale and survive. Thirty years before Chernobyl, fifty years before Fukushima. September 29, 1957— the Kyshtym accident. An autumn day begins with an ordinary walk, but suddenly the moment comes when everything unexpectedly breaks, and there is no longer and never will be a previous life. Now the hero lives through a radiation accident together with those people who lived and worked near a closed regime facility. And it doesn’t matter whether it’s a walk in the woods or an ordinary workday at an enterprise, rest at grandma’s in the village, or an autumn potato harvest cleanup—everything ends the same way. With darkness. And then the day starts over… But the smartphone has to figure out how this space works at all and why this world is exactly the way he sees it. By the way, the hero has an unusual name—Smartphone—and that isn’t the most unusual thing about this book. A truly unique text— the only poem about the nuclear catastrophe of 1957. For those who don’t care to look away about what’s happening around them.