The siren was wailing loudly. A muffled voice through the megaphone informed the citizens that they could continue their walk. On one side, a family with a little dog was moving forward, paying no attention to the hustle and bustle around. From a nearby hill, between buildings with windows covered with wood, The Zaporizhia Nuclear Power Plant can be seen, bathed in the last rays of the sun. We then pulled out our cameras and suddenly a man in his 50s ran up to us. His name was Oleksandr and he lived in a nearby apartment building.