The Voice We Should All Hear

This book should be put in the shelf called Books That Made Me Cry, if not, still I should apologise for categorising it on my Russia book shelf, it is about Belarus, Ukraine, also the USSR. It’s quite different, isn’t it? But the people are the same. As always, people remain the same people.

Then there comes the threshold — Chernobyl catastrophe, yet a doomed to be muted one. In the beginning and in the end contains two heart breaking love stories with the only one survivor narrating. People got some relief seeing in Schindler’s List two Jewish Lovers could got married with a melted gold ring under that extreme circumstance, at least. But in this book, there is no future, no happiness, no end.

It happened contemporarily, a modern nuclear war already. It is still happening. I mean, the same way certain government conducts things, dealing with crisis, it is all the same. What left are only nameless people, heroes, or just say, human beings, sacrificing their lives, for the mankind, for many other people. Without them, half of the Europe will be gone, the proud yet not proud Europe. Can anyone imagine? A great deal of civilisation will be erased, vanished from the earth. Maybe that was also the goal for certain people, since other groups of people need to be liberated from the burning hell.

Heroes, there are always nameless, only people who does not leave their names could be called heroes, the real ones. That’s our Chinese old saying. Those who are named, in the history book, in the real history, they are not!

I wish I could read this book much earlier, knowing Chernobyl is not only what they described on the text book for exams: a nuclear leaking accident. That’s too easy. Why don’t we get to know this? Because people will be panicked about nuclear, and we still are building them. Why don’t they get masks and protections? Because if they get, people will get panicked. Oh, now I know how important it is for the Communist government to keep things under control, in order, tidy and clean, and what they are willing to get as a price. Astonishing.

I’ve always admired Russian people for their toughness (maybe it’s not the right portray here). Like this, when they believe the world will get to hear their voices in one day, they keep believing it, and eventually it happened. It’s the belief. Touching. Yet, they have the ability to reflect, and to say it, to record it, to try to prevent it.

The form of the book is oral history. And it’s perfect. History does not only compose of famous people and leaders, this misleads many people nowadays who wants to climb up and be heard, but there are so many nameless people, they carved the history with their own precious lives, and in this case, maybe several generation’s lives. They have a voice, a collective memory, a right to live, but certain things were disguised and deprived from them. And life goes on. People forget and keep silence. Svetlana Alexievich uses a Journalistic way to record these tragedies, but it’s the cold-blooded reality. What’s literature? It’s a collection based on these life stories, these life and death momoents.

I really wish more and more people reads this book, simply.

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