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Today I read an interesting article about Chernobyl years after the nuclear reactor meltdown. As the "adventurers" who were the subject of the article The Lights Come Back on in Chernobyl were Polish, and DENNY HILL lives part-time in Poland, I forwarded the article to him. The following are emails he sent me in response.
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It was, and still is, a sad story. I think that tomatoes grown there, shortly after the disaster, glowed in the dark. Don't know if they still do.
The (Chernobyl) meltdown was totally caused by "cowboy" type Russian engineers, who ignored normal required safety procedures, and tried to manually manipulate the reactor, and they screwed up...human error, not the breakdown of the reactor per se.
The story of how it happened, and how it was strictly a homemade disaster, was explained to me when I was in Moscow in the summer of 1992.
(Of course, I had to ask Denny what he was doing in Moscow.)
I spent the summer in Moscow because I was supposed to be on an exchange program between the USA National Academy of Sciences and the Soviet National Academy of Sciences.
I was visiting the Steklov Mathematical Institute in Moscow. There is also one in Saint Petersburg (former Leningrad). But in 1992 they were in an old building with creaky wooden parquet floors. Since then, they have moved to a new modern building, but I have never been there or seen it.
It was a funny story: you apply for this program, and nothing happens for a year or more...so you forget about it. Then suddenly you get notice from Washington that you have been accepted, and they want you to go...in order to maintain "business as usual".
Explanation of how and why it was strange, and why they wanted "business as usual":
1.) Under normal circumstances, it had always been that the USA paid only your round trip plane ticket, and the Russians were supposed to pay your room and board for the duration. Your itinerary was determined by them...this week you give a seminar in Moscow, next week they send you to Leningrad, the following week, fly you to Novosibirsk, or you take trains to some other place for seminars, etc.
In other words, you are essentially their prisoner (in a friendly way) and they decide who and where and when you talk to people in your field of research. They put you up in Moscow in the "Academic Hotel" and you can eat out in numerous restaurants, i.e., life sort of as normal there.
What happened in my case is that between the time I applied for the exchange program, and the time I was selected for it, the Soviet Union collapsed (on December 25, 1991)! As was explained over the phone to me, by some official in Washington DC, at the National Academy of Sciences, since there was no longer a Soviet Union, it meant I was on an exchange program between the USA Academy, and the void set. The treaty agreement still existed on paper between the two academies, but the one on the Russian side had ceased to exist. So the US guys were begging me to go, just to show the Russians that they wanted "business as usual" as far as normal scientific exchanges are concerned.
The Russians were also begging me to come, for the same reasons. Neither side wanted scientific exchanges to stop just because the Soviet Union no longer existed. Yeltsin was nominally in power, but of course the emerging new Russia was actually being run by the KGB, renamed FSB
(Federal Security Service of the Russian Federation).
(Kremlin -Credit: AP/Misha Japaridze)
Trouble was that the Russians were out of money, the Russian Academy was totally broke, prices in Moscow had gone up, and they did not have the rubles to pay for my hotel room, or for train, or plane trips, etc. So if I went there, I would be totally free, and not have to travel around according to any itinerary fixed by them. Also, you could not get into restaurants because they had been taken over by the Russian Mafia, and they would not let you in, claiming the whole restaurant was booked up, when it was clearly empty. Also the price for a mafia to kill someone was around only $400. Taxis were too dangerous to use, because the drivers would just take you someplace and rob or beat or kill you. Supermarkets were empty...yes, empty! Bare shelves.
You were supposed to declare any money at the airport, when you arrived, but my Russian friends told me that in no circumstances should I declare more than $300 on the required form at the airport. (Had to be less than the $400 above.) And no big bills, too dangerous...only single $1s, $5s or maybe a few $10s. So I had around $2,000 in a giant wad stuffed in my underwear, in small bills. Never needed it...it was there just for any emergency. I lied on the form at the airport, saying I had only $250. (The monthly salary then for a famous Russian Academician was only $20.)
But I have gotten ahead of the story...
2.) As I was finding out some of the above, before making a decision, I had this funny conversation over the phone with the guys in Washington: I asked them how safe they thought it would be, if I did in fact decide to go there. Their answer was: 'we cannot give an update, because our U.S. Academy representative in Moscow was mugged last night, is in the hospital, and we have not been able to contact him to see how he is doing'.
3.) So after numerous emails with the Russian side, finally I said I would go if the Russians would satisfy these 3 conditions:
(a.) Someone I personally know would pick me up at the airport, and at the end of my stay someone I know would drive me to the airport...so as to avoid being immediately robbed upon arrival, or upon departure by the taxi mafia.
(b) They would find me an apartment to live in, so I did not have to stay a single night in a hotel.
(c) Such apartment would have cooking facilities, so I would not have to eat a single time in a restaurant. (As DENNY had said the supermarkets were bare, I subsequently asked him where he got anything to cook!)
(I took, as checked luggage, an old fashioned 'trunk', or 'foot locker' heavily stuffed with pasta, sauce, parmesan cheese, peanut butter, cans of tuna, favorite coffee and tea, etc. Enough to survive any emergency...slowly used it up over the summer.)
(Moscow supermarket)
The Russians did just that (
satisfied my 3 conditions), and paid me 100 rubles per day as a per diem. (Then 100 rubles was our 75 cents!) That was all they could afford. But it turned out to be enough since the apartment was free (it was the apartment of the sister of some mathematician, and the sister was in the countryside dacha for the summer). So I lived like a king on not much more that 75 cents per day. The whole summer, I never took a taxi by myself, but went on buses and the metro often. And did not eat a single time at a restaurant (only in the canteen for lunch at Steklov Institute of Mathematics, where a full 3-course lunch cost me about 16 cents).
For the first month or so I was paranoid about being robbed, mugged, beaten, etc. But eventually I realized I was being monitored by those KGB guys in the black car that followed me everywhere, and they did not want simple common criminals to mess me up and create an international incident. Remember, they wanted to demonstrate 'business as usual'.
I hung out often at the Irish pub on Arbat Street, and spent most of my time trying to learn Russian with a Russian teacher, but now I still cannot speak the language."
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It may sound like DENNY was being melodramatic when he spoke of the Russian "mafia taxis", however, a little research turned up the following 1992 article.
Notes from the Underworld It is rather lengthy, so here is an excerpt to prove he was right in being cautious:
"MOSCOW -- Visitors who have finally made it through customs at Moscow's international airport are channeled toward a narrow doorway that opens to their first encounter with organized crime, Russian-style.
Two lines of black-leather-jacketed men press in from either side, forming a sort of human chute. They are taxi drivers.
(from the Russian LiveJournal)
They lean in close, seeking likely-looking fares among the emerging passengers, still disoriented by the scruffiness, the noise, the dim lighting and the apparent chaos of the airport known as Sheremetyevo-2.
'Taxi? Taxi?'
Overwhelming, insistent, they seem to be everywhere. But the appearance of disorder is deceiving.
The airport taxi drivers form one of the mafias that flourish in Russia today. They are a band -- of bandits, some would say -- with their own rules, their own hierarchy, their own sense of honor."
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Brief notes about some other classmates: ROSALYN URBANTKE HOELSCHER sent the following: "M
y dear Nolan passed away September 17, 2016. We were very sad to see him go, but it was certainly past time. He was unconscious and completely paralyzed for almost 2-years, He only weighed 85 pounds. Just so sad. I am doing OK. I am in my home, and my son is living with me now. I hope to hear something about the classmates and especially from you as to what's going on. I have missed all of you so much. Thank you for thinking of me." I was unable to ever find an obituary for her husband Nolan, so I emailed my condolences. I don't know if she actually saw the blog post about his passing.
PATI COCKRELL PRITCHARD sent this recently: " I was at work. Yup, I'm still at it. I am thinking of going part-time soon. I'm getting tired of the traffic. There might actually be some stuff I'd enjoy besides WORK ... maybe hang out with the daughter and GRANDdaughter! Gene has retired so I'm sure he'd let me help poison weeds with him. Have you heard anything about the reunion? DARN sorry you won't be able to attend!!!" As soon as JAMES and others meet and plan for the 60th reunion, I will let everyone know.
JUNE HASH CURRY and I correspond frequently. Recently, she's had some concerning news about her family's health. Two of her granddaughters and her son-in-law are dealing with serious health issues. Please remember her and them in your thoughts and prayers. She is so wonderful at caring and praying for others in times of trouble and illness, she deserves our special consideration.
MARTHA NORTHINGTON and TRUMAN CONNER and I have been trying to schedule a get-together for a few weeks now. Something keeps popping up for one or the other of us that causes us to postpone. TRUMAN had back-to-back trips to Palm Springs, California and Padre Island for leisure and golf. He spends time at Padre (not the part where senior trips were held!) every year at the same time. Apparently there's good golfing there as well as the one he played on in Palm Springs. I promise to get some good stories and photos to share once we finally connect.
GLENN SMITH recently had cataract surgery. I hope he is completely recovered and his eyesight improved enough to write some more books! TRUMAN recently had the same surgery and is extremely pleased with the results.
I know this is a long post, but if I get news enough more frequently (hint), I could do shorter ones. DENNY had a wonderful repertoire of stories to tell from his travels through the years. Hopefully, this will spur some of you to share some of your own stories! Sixty years since high school must contain many, many tales. They do not have to be about trips abroad or to exotic places. Although, we love to vicariously enjoy them. Until next time..
Peace and Love,
Marilyn
I got an interesting email this morning from someone who served in the San Angelo Police Department with one of our former classmates, the late JOHN WAYNE WATKINS. I had posted his obituary at the time of his passing, and although I copied it from the newspaper, I was unable at the time to copy his photograph:
