When the truth offends, we lie and lie until we can no longer remember it is even there, but it is still there. Every lie we tell incurs a debt to the truth.
They were looking at each other, their heads lazily lying on the wall behind them. They understood each other. As two scientists, they understood.
Ulana blinked a few times, looking at Valery.
Their eyes met.
They were looking into each other's deep eyes, Valery feeling a tingling sensation in his stomach. He couldn't keep a straight face anymore and as unnoticeably as it happened his lips curved into a small smile. It lasted only for a part of a second, but for what it was worth, it was a smile...
Okay, I probably need a therapist, but I really see a small smile forming on his face. Am I right or am I just way too in love with them?
"The truth doesn't care about our needs or wants- it doesn't care about our governments, our ideologies, our religions- to lie in wait for all time. This, at last, is the gift of Chernobyl."
CHERNOBYL (2019)
— dir. Johan Renck
"You saw men outside vomiting. You saw men with burns. There's more radiation than they're saying. We have wives here, we have children. I say we evacuate the town."