I remembered some lines from the papers: our nuclear stations are absolutely safe, we could build one on Red Square, they're safer than samovars. They're like stars and we'll 'light' the whole earth with them.

At that time my notions of nuclear power were utterly idyllic. At school and at the university we'd been taught that this was a magical factory that made 'energy out of nothing,' where people in white robes sat and pushed buttons. Chernobyl blew up when we weren't prepared.

We were told that we had to win. Against whom? The atom? Physics? The universe? Victory is not an event for us, but a process.