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The Sound of Radioactivity

An Interview with Hildur Guðnadóttir
Jan Błaszczak
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Jan Błaszczak: Do you remember the Chernobyl disaster?

Hildur Guðnadóttir: I vaguely remember it. I was living in Amsterdam with my parents at the time and I didn’t quite understand what was going on, but I do remember that there was a lot of conversations about the disaster. But there were so many elements to the story that I had no idea about until the series. So, apart from anything else, composing the score for Chernobyl was a really interesting learning process.

There was also a practical element to this learning process, because you travelled to a decommissioned nuclear plant in Lithuania. The recordings you made there were the starting point for your score. Where did the idea to do that come from?

The series is based on real events that have affected people, many of whom are still alive today. That’s why I wanted to be very honest about how the story was told. I thought it was important to base the score on a real space. I wanted to capture what radioactivity sounds like. The radiation is this huge element of the story, an element that you can’t really depict with a camera, but that you can feel and therefore almost hear. I wanted the

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As a Belarusian who grew up in the Byelorussian SSR (BSSR), I remember how I first got to know about the Chernobyl tragedy.

I was on the streets in our communal yard riding my bicycle. My mother opened the window and called me home. I asked what had happened, but she loudly repeated: “Just come home!” At the flat, she explained to me that something was wrong with the weather. The following day, she asked me to eat a piece of black bread with two drops of iodine on it. She was a medic, and somehow knew about the possible thyroid problems that could arise as a result of radiation exposure. What she didn’t know – something that no nuclear energy specialist in Soviet Minsk ever explained publicly – was that liquid iodine bought from the pharmacy is not effective against radiation exposure. That’s why it was no surprise that across five years of standard medical inspection at my school, the doctor diagnosed in me an enlarging thyroid and ordered me to have a check-up every year. By the age of 21, I had lost my first schoolmate who was with me on that same communal yard during April 1986.

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