There’s an enormous sense of loss touring Pripyat, as if the town’s population had been suddenly wiped out rather than resettled. A sense of grief followed us as we traipsed through some of the few villages that hadn’t been bulldozed — kitchen tables set as if the family were about to sit down — and poked around deserted schools and hospitals where firefighters were first treated. The remains of their highly radiated clothing still send Geiger counters bleeping and Globa shouting, “Don’t touch!”