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This is to all of YouTube, and the world
Please listen to my story
Orthodox media doesn't report on this region
So we have to go through the internet
Also I'm not very good at English
They called me the Macedonian
the first person from Macedonia in the Zone.
The elder Stalkers *** around
with me while I was new
and sent me during the night to gather
bullet casings from the dead bodies.
They gave me something to eat in return.
Slowly they started trusting me 14 00:00:36,237 --> 00:00:38,800 because I did small things for them here and there.
Fix the beddings where the Stalkers were sleeping
take this meat and bring it to
the one they call Beard.
I see the guy, big and scary, but smiling.
He was saying something about how he was growing mushrooms
and if I wanted to buy some mushroom tea.
I said to myself "what a fool".
Now I help grow those mushrooms 23 00:00:58,576 --> 00:01:01,379 and he sells them. We managed somehow.
Patience is always running low around these parts.
One time the Stalkers are nervous,
another, the bandits robbed the Stalkers blind.
The first time I came here, I had no idea
what an emission is, nor what the alarm represents.
I was so shaken, out of my mind,
that I hid near the motor of the ship each time.
I do the same thing even now.
I am one of those people that aren't seen very often,
but enable
the Stalkers to be Stalkers,
Bandits to be Bandits
and freakish monsters of the night, to be freakish monsters of the night.
Even in the beginning, everyone noticed that I am not the violent type,
a peaceful person that only wants to survive
and make something out of this whole situation.
They told me I wouldn't survive if I don't shoot.
I still haven't shot a single bullet,
and here I am, still breathing,
still *** blood and coughing black.
The doctor says it was normal, my body was getting used to the Zone.
At first, I didn't send any money to my folks at home,
now I have enough to last a day, and to send something once a month.
I can still hear my father screaming,
how I haven't sent enough,
how the bills are getting more expensive again, how I'm a big disappointment.
He can respectfully *** off,
he is not here, he doesn't have to wake up 52 00:02:25,511 --> 00:02:28,062 each day at 3 o clock in the morning because of those mutated dogs
that are scratching again on the metal surface of the ship,
and after 2 hours of sleep, I have to drag 10 *** boxes of ammo.
The Stalkers are more careful than these rat bandits,
those stinking rodents spend a lot of ammo,
and don't really contribute in any significant way.
If its up to me, we could push them from that crack anomaly,
so it could burn them worse than the surface of the sun, but it is not up to me.
On the Skadovsk, there is peace, and I will respect that,
as others respect it.
Every time someone buys ammo from the Owl,
he tells them about how they shouldn't shoot inside.
a young fool dropped his *** gun on the ground in the ship once,
when the bullet started bouncing off the walls,
I had a ringing sounds in my ears for 10 days.
I can still hear that screeching *** when I'm trying to sleep.
I've only been out of the Skadovsk two times,
always by mistake,
even once in the middle of the night.
Luckily there was two Stalkers that helped me back on the ship.
We knew each other from a previous encounter, I think I sold them a bit of fresh meat,
and they gave me something extra.
When the sky is clear, and there isn't any major turbulences,
I sit up top, where the Skadovsk ship wheel is 76 00:03:47,932 --> 00:03:49,559 and I think of the past, when everything was still functioning,
and this was a massive ship transporting who knows what, who knows where.
Now Skadovsk is the only sanctuary in a 20 kilometer radius.
If you survive in the Zone, you are either here,
or with those idiots with balls in Yanov,
or God forbid in Pripyat with the shadows.
They talk to me about how it is in Pripyat, when they get a little drunk,
but I try not to think about that.
Maybe it's only old wifes' tales, like these blasted artefacts
that everyone is talking about.
As if, some gave you resistance to fire, some to electricity.
***!
I came here thinking I could gather some of those ***,
sell it to some naive fools, and get out.
But I stayed here. It seems that there isn't enough naive fools here.
Nobody in the outside world cares for us here,
they consider us crazy fools that are on a death wish,
but they aren't brave enough, so let's do radiation,
we will spit blood and guts because we don't have a better thing to do.
What's important is that one could have some form of life here,
there is people I know, I have a certain role on the ship,
and sometimes even some people depend on me.
If any of my folks back home want to see me, they can come here,
but no one does.
Nobody cares anymore.
They just take the money.
Those vultures!
Their hell is worse than mine.
At least I create my own hell.