They call it a town where time stands still.

Maybe it is because the clocks here don't measure time - they measure radiation levels.

There is no phone service. Cellular phones don't work either.

The day after the accident, this place on the bridge provided a good view of the gaping crack in the nuclear containment vessel that was ruptured by the explosion. Many curious people came here to have a look and were bathed in a flood of deadly x-rays emanating directly from the glowing nuclearcore.

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