I watched every second, looked at every picture, and clicked on every link he offered. Breathing taking in more than one way.
"I'm afraid to stay on this land. They gave me a dosimeter, but what am I supposed to do with it? I do my laundry, it's nice and white, but the dosimeter goes off. I make food, bake a pie - it goes off. I make the bed - it goes off. What do I need it for?
I feed my kids and cry. 'Why are you crying, Mom?' "