Struggling to find the words: inside Fukushima’s nuclear plant

Aug 21st, 2018 | By | Category: News, Out & About
  • Iris RiddellGordonton’s Iris Riddell toured inside the disabled Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Plant recently. She shares the experience here.

 

 

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One of the group walking down a deserted street in an abandoned town. Cameras were not allowed inside the nuclear plant, but photographs could be taken on a visit to Futaba and Okuma, the two closest towns next to the plant. Photos by Iris Riddell.

 

“Your total radiation dose on this tour will be 0.01 millisieverts – about the equivalent of a dental x-ray.”

That’s what we’d been told, barely 40 minutes earlier. I tried to keep that firmly in mind as our bus crawled slowly between the reactors at the disabled Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Plant, handheld radiation meters pinging and flashing. I furiously scribbled the numbers in my notebook, trying to keep up as my fellow tour-goers shouted them breathlessly. 11.98 microsieverts. 15 microsieverts. 42 microsieverts. 130. 313…

“That’s it. Those are the highest readings we’ll experience on this tour,” our guide called from the front of the bus. As quickly as they’d spiked, the numbers started to fall away.

I glanced at the dosimeter around my neck that I’d received at the start of the tour. As promised, it read 0.01 millisieverts.

Just like a dental x-ray.

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Dialing back the clock (and the dramatics), our day started simply enough. A meeting in the rain outside Haranomachi Train Station, eight of us – three of us from Minamisoma, two from Sendai, two from Fukushima City and visitors from the States and East Germany – cheerfully making introductions. Guide, Sasaki san, met us at the train station with a rented minivan and we piled in to embark for our first destination: a centre in Tomioka where we would receive our pre-briefing.

The only items we were allowed to bring into the plant were a pencil and a notebook.

We transferred to a different bus to drive to the plant, as only certain vehicles are cleared to enter the site. We passed multiple checkpoints on our way in, not to mention the bored-looking policeman in his patrol car whose job it is to chase down any unauthorised vehicles that attempt to make a break for it.
Rolling up to the plant, I had to remind myself where I was. It all seemed so… mundane. The entrance was clean and modern, the car park was full of cars and buses, and workers in sneakers and plainclothes wandered here and there carrying their lunch in plastic bags. From here, it didn’t feel like the site of one of the worst nuclear disasters of our time. At present, there are around 5000 TEPCO employees working onsite to decontaminate and decommission the plant. It’s a gargantuan task that will take, optimistically, between 30 and 50 years and cost over 20 trillion yen. We also heard that they are planning to eventually decommission the Daini Power Plant, 15km south, but no word on how long that will take.

Entering the plant was like going through airport security. They checked our documents, gave us visitor tags and vests and handed us our dosimeters to clip to our lanyards. We passed through a metal detector and a double gate, and we were in. We were corralled into a side chamber for another safety briefing. Our German friend caused a small flutter because he had a rip in the knee of his jeans; we had been instructed to wear a long-sleeved shirt and trousers, and torn clothing was a no-no. The staff hurriedly patched him up with some duct tape and our guide told us with a laugh that it wasn’t the first time it had happened.

We made our way outside and passed a rank of very new, shiny buses. The TEPCO guide proudly informed us they were self-driving buses and had recently been acquired. Our bus, however, had an old-fashioned driver, and we set off.

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The tour started off innocuously. We went by the newly constructed rest building which contained a cafeteria, convenience store, medical facilities and places for the workers to relax. We drove down avenues of lush cherry blossom trees, of which there are some 400 onsite. We saw ranks of cars with plastic-covered seats and big red plates, meaning they were for use around the plant only and not to be taken offsite to reduce the risk of contamination. Since they cannot leave, there is a special gas station onsite. At this point in the tour, radiation levels were topping out at a respectable .4 millisieverts.

It was a gloomy, blustery morning, with a summer typhoon threatening to sweep in any day. Towering pylons and remote-controlled cranes loomed in and out of the grey rain. We started to see fewer of the workers in their plainclothes, more of the blue or white hazard suits that have become synonymous with Fukushima. The facility was a little less shiny than the front entrance. Rust, weeds and twisted steel – some signs of what came to pass here.

“Okay, we’re coming up on reactors one and two,” our guide said. The feeling in the bus became charged and anxious. None of us had anticipated actually seeing the reactors themselves, but we rounded a corner and there they were. A susurrus of awed whispers ran up and down the bus. Right in front of us was the husk of reactor one, the first to explode, and reactor two beside it. Reactor two remained intact, so we were able to see the original structure, and reactor three had a huge dome-like cylinder constructed on top of it to remove the spent fuel rods. Five hundred and sixty-five fuel rods are still contained in the third reactor and they are working on solutions to remove and dispose of them. It’s a tall order.

From our vantage point overlooking the reactors, the bus then crawled its way down the hill toward the base of the structures. We passed a clearly visible waterline on a nearby building painted with an arrow and the word “Tsunami”, requiring no explanation, before moving on to reactor four. Reactor four has also been decked out in a new 4200-tonne structure to assist with the decontamination and decommissioning efforts.

The bus continued on to the base of reactor three.

“Up here,” our guide said, “You’ll see some green trucks. They are experimenting with ways to remove the fuel rods and trialing these trucks. You’re lucky to see this today.” Indeed, about half a dozen men in suits were hard at work on the ramp leading up to the reactor.

It was just after this that we experienced our highest readings – 313 microsieverts per hour – before heading back up the hill to close the tour.

Just like a dental x-ray.

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We ate lunch in the newly constructed cafeteria, where we were offered a choice of curry rice, katsudon, ramen or udon. The workers seemed bemused by our presence – over lunch, I found out that while they operate multiple tours daily, foreigners only make up about 10 per cent of those numbers.
After lunch (and picking up our Fukushima Daiichi commemorative clear files from the konbini) it was back out into the wide world. We headed back to the centre in Tomioka for a Q&A session, then it was on to the tour of the affected areas.

Our first stop was to visit Yukiteru Naka, a former General Electric power plant engineer, author and founder of Tohoku Enterprise. He spoke to us about his memories of that time, and the responsibilities and helplessness he felt as the events unfolded. It was clear he still carries that weight, even though there is nothing he could have done to stop it.

We said our goodbyes and continued with our tour, visiting an Interim Storage Facility Zone for contaminated soil, an abandoned nursing home for the elderly, a fish hatchery, and an abandoned elementary school.

I struggle to find the words to talk about what an emotional impact visiting these places had. I found the school very difficult because it’s not so different from the one I currently work at, and my school would have looked much the same just a few years ago. The sense of loss and pain at all these places was very real.

Living in Minamisoma, there is a buffer between me and the disaster. I go from my cute little apartment to school and back, visit my favourite grocery store for the week’s veges, walk by the river and generally lead a good life. With the exception of the radiation meters around town (all reading an acceptable range) there are not too many reminders day to day. It’s sometimes easy to forget. But not everyone has that freedom, to forget. So many people lost everything in the events of 3.11 and visiting these places put it all into sharp focus for me.

So much has been done toward the relief effort but there is still so much to do. Decades of work, at the plant itself and in the communities. It’s naive to think things will ever get back to the way they were; this region will always carry its scars. But I believe in the strength of the people of Fukushima.

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A group of candles arranged to read “3.11”. Other candles are grouped in circles on the ground.

Click here to read about day two, and the visit to the ghost towns of Futaba and Okuma.

The study tour was organised through Real Fukushima – click the link for more information on the work they are doing in the area.

  • Iris Riddell works as an Assistant language teacher in Minamisoma, Fukushima.  She helped establish Number 8 Network before leaving for Japan.

 

 

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