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Передмова When evidence of a mysterious Soviet nuclear incident leaked out of the radiation detectors of a Swedish nuclear station on April 28, 1986, I had just moved from New York to start my new job as an associate at a big Los Angeles law firm. Temporarily ensconced behind an absent partner's expansive desk while my own office was being made ready for me, I was working on some case files when the phone call came from New York. "A nuclear bomb exploded in Ukraine," exclaimed a friend who had not yet really forgiven me for leaving Manhattan. I don't recall how I expressed my shock, but after gleaning from her what little information she had, I dashed to the law firm's kitchen and tuned into CNN on the kitchen's TV set. Чiтати докладнiше...

Copyright c 2005 by Mary Mycio. All rights reserved. Hosts today:   18 Hits total:   47696     This is what the book jacket says about me: "Mary Mycio is the pioneering American reporter who first visited the city of Kiev in 1989 to do a semi-clandestine interview with a Ukrainian environmentalist about the nuclear meltdown in Chernobyl. She later became the Kiev correspondent for the Los Angeles Times and a contributer to a variety of newspapers around the world. With her background in journalism, a B.A. in biology and a law degree from New York University, she was uniquely positioned to write the story of Chernobyl. She has accumulated reams of material about the disaster's environmental and health effects and filled numerous notebooks with details of her many journeys into the Zone of Alienation. She currently lives in Kiev where she is also director of the IREX U-Media Legal Defense and Education Program for Ukrainian journalists." That doesn't say it all, but you can't fit much on a book jacket.