ERA EMILIA

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

When, like flies on a hot day, airplanes swarmed over the town, I was four years and four days old. Suddenly, the creamy taste of festive cakes, which remained on my lips, was mixed with something cold and metal, like the rusty pipes in the backyard that we used to lick as a bet with the neighbouring children. Mom told me not to imagine such things... For a few odd seconds, the concern showed on the face of one or another of the almighty adults and just as quickly disappeared, leaving only a shade of shame for such inappropriate thoughts. We watched the evening news, but not as we usually did - tension made the backs of my parents unnaturally straight as if some unknown force was pulling them by the top of their heads upward, and their feet were firmly pressed to the floor - as if ready to instantly carry them away from unknown danger. “My dear Emilia... This is just a little trouble at the big Station… They cannot deceive us… The TV tells us, Dad’s friends say... Why do I tell you that…? Why do I tell you that?” Mom was talking to herself. And I believed her, but still tasted the metal sourness of the rusty pipes on my tongue and lips.

That night I saw the Heavens for the first time. They stood near our house, brushing the tops of their hairless heads on the lower leaves of the tree. That particular tree was not very tall, but neither Dad, Mom or I could reach its branches, even if we jumped. I saw the Heavens by chance because I came to the window to watch the lights of the busy planes pierce the sky. And those two strange creatures, it seemed, deliberately did not avert their eyes from me. Their pupils were narrow, like a cat’s, when it blinks in the sun. In the artificial light of a distant lantern, I could easily see the perfectly flat but greyish skin of the Heavens, their narrow, almost invisible lips and even smaller, nearly absent, noses. I remember how I wondered why they had such big heads with such small eyes, noses, and mouths. “What a waste”! Dad would exclaim. But he slept, so I had to be surprised alone. It seemed that I saw one of the two strangers smiling before I left. When they quickly vanished into the darkness of the night, I returned to my bed, and I did not see either them, the planes, or dreams that night.

On April 27, 1986, they announced the general evacuation in my dull and quiet Pripyat. “Here we have a little trouble, my dear Emilia…” Mom mumbled wildly, closing the front door behind a familiar militiaman.

The floor littered with sheets of paper did not want to accept Mom’s prayers and curses – finding the right documents among the jumble was a task worthy of gold seekers. They were ordered to take only the most necessary things – and who in the world knew what a Soviet citizen needed most outside his unchanging home? “But… what is it... What is it”? Dad repeated, indiscriminately pushing random clothes into bags. “We can live without it for several days at least… Luckily it’s almost summer and yet that we never took a cat!” Mom was somehow distracting herself. I was sitting on the floor in the middle of our small kitchen staring at a huge human carousel of fear. It was as clear as day to me that Mom was afraid in a different way, then when the old kitchen refrigerator broke down, buying a new one seemed a biblical miracle. Dad’s high forehead frowned all the way down to his eyes, and I was afraid that they would soon become invisible or so narrow like those of the two strangers beyond my window. The two of them ... A persistent knock on the door brought my parents to their senses. I was forbidden to listen to what the adults said, so I was still sitting on a single island of calmness in the middle of the kitchen floor, which always smelled of fried oil and onions. A deep, quiet voice seemed to sweep like a tide across the entire apartment. It could sing lullabies to children or read the train schedule at the stations. Its sound lulled me for a while into a daydream –the one where you can sleep sitting up. I caught a few words and some phrases. ‘Chornobyl’, ‘you must go’, ‘radiation’, ‘Emilia will stay here’, ‘you have no choice’... How so? How could I be here without my Mom and Dad? I knew too well that that day would be a few good dozen years away! I am still too young and unable to cook for myself three times a day! Maximum – twice: once to pour boiling water onto my oatmeal, and the second – to break eggs in a frying pan... And who would kiss me on my cheek every morning? And whose forehead would frown down to his eyes if I were naughty?

I did not understand what that pleasant voice was rambling about and waited for Dad to kick the living daylights out of him! Why did Dad stay silent? Mom? How could it happen that Mom was silent too? I was distraught and dashed for the door – there were only two people there, and I did not know either of them. “Your parents had to leave town for a few days, they asked us to look after you because all your toys that you just cannot live without are here, so you will be able to play all day long and go to sleep whenever you want. And you will eat ice cream as much and as often as you wish. We will not abuse you, and we will teach you everything that we know”. I recognised them, those people who had one voice for two – they watched my window, touching the trees with their heads.

“Just don’t kiss me on my cheek, because I don’t like you”, I agreed, realising that my Dad and Mom had decided everything without me.

“Deal. May we call you Era”?

Weird strangers, I thought and nodded.

“The Whole Era”, they said and smiled.