Hello and thank for taking time be reading blog. My name Dmitri and I come from small town in East Belarus. My wife she is name Svetlana and we having only six children. Our eldest, Elena, has just turned fifteen and is being pride and joy. Also is grandma who is always barrel of the laughs with her practical jokes and involuntary farting. Grandpa is sadly missed since accident during submarine spotting in Baltic. We are all good farming stock and work on collective farm on outskirts of Minsk. State provides accommodation or ‘shanty peasant town’ as politburo call. Food has been scarce of late due to laziness of peasant farmers and nothing to do with Party members always taking best crops and prettiest daughters.
Recently were awarded Family Funtime tokens so could go on family adventure that is ‘Funland’! Here is story of that adventure so you can join in with excitation that is Prypyat Funland as if were here in self! Is first day at State-provided famous family fun park ‘Funland’. Previously known as Chernobyl – like how Windscale in UK became Sellafield not long after ‘fire’ in 1957. And yet Western lackies chose to describe tiny, insignificant overheat in Reactor No.4 at Chernobyl as ‘World’s Worst Nuclear Disaster’. Such western hypocrisy. Anyway who wouldn’t be excited to finally approach those magical entrance gates. I noticed my youngest Irina was shaking and had tears in eyes. I thought was excitement at seeing gates but Svetlana explained was beriberi and megaloblastic anaemia brought on by prolonged periods of malnutrition and exposure to biologically-contaminated fields during enforced seasonal work for State last summer. How I laughed.
Expectation was always high after paying our deposit in 1997. Adventure awaits! We could hardly contain ourselves. We were able to book holiday thanks to bumper potato harvest that year. Although we lost three children through exhaustion this gave us thanks of politburo so it was all worthwhile in end – and look at us now! We’re here at Family Funland!