I go home from work on the days, the weather is ugly, the wind is strong, the dust is flying, the sky is darkened, sometimes the drops are flying, sometimes the thunder grimps. I go, turning away from the dust, I am facing some teenagers of 17 years each. Suddenly a thunderstorm blasted and one of them cried out, “Fuck, guys! Try, the discharge will be!" I was sitting at home all night after these words, afraid of radiation.