dijous, 1 de maig del 2008

In a Sunburned Country

Chapter 1

I

Flying into Australia, I realized with a sigh that I had forgotten again who their prime minister is. I am forever doing this with the Australian prime minister—committing the name to memory, forgetting it (generally more or less instantly), then feeling terribly guilty. My thinking is that there ought to be one person outside Australia who knows.

But then Australia is such a difficult country to keep track of. On my first visit, some years ago, I passed the time on the long flight reading a history of Australian politics in the twentieth century, wherein I encountered the startling fact that in 1967 the prime minister, Harold Holt, was strolling along a beach in Victoria when he plunged into the surf and vanished. No trace of the poor man was ever seen again. This seemed doubly astounding to me—first that Australia could just lose a prime minister (I mean, come on) and second that news of this had never reached me.

[…]

Consider just one of those stories that did make it into the Times in 1997, though buried away in the odd-sock drawer of Section C. In January of that year, according to a report written in America by a Times reporter, scientists were seriously investigating the possibility that a mysterious seismic disturbance in the remote Australian outback almost four years earlier had been a nuclear explosion set off by members of the Japanese doomsday cult Aum Shinrikyo.

It happens that at 11:03 p.m. local time on May 28, 1993, seismograph needles all over the Pacific region twitched and scribbled in response to a very large-scale disturbance near a place called Banjawarn Station in the Great Victoria Desert of Western Australia. Some long-distance truckers and prospectors, virtually the only people out in that lonely expanse, reported seeing a sudden flash in the sky and hearing or feeling the boom of a mighty but far-off explosion. One reported that a can of beer had danced off the table in his tent.

The problem was that there was no obvious explanation. The seismograph traces didn’t fit the profile for an earthquake or mining explosion, and anyway the blast was 170 times more power- ful than the most powerful mining explosion ever recorded in Western Australia. The shock was consistent with a large meteorite strike, but the impact would have blown a crater hundreds of feet in circumference, and no such crater could be found. The upshot is that scientists puzzled over the incident for a day or two, then filed it away as an unexplained curiosity—the sort of thing that presumably happens from time to time.

Then in 1995 Aum Shinrikyo gained sudden notoriety when it released extravagant quantities of the nerve gas sarin into the Tokyo subway system, killing twelve people. In the investigations that followed, it emerged that Aum’s substantial holdings included a 500,000-acre desert property in Western Australia very near the site of the mystery event. There, authorities found a laboratory of unusual sophistication and focus, and evidence that cult members had been mining uranium. It separately emerged that Aum had recruited into its ranks two nuclear engineers from the former Soviet Union. The group’s avowed aim was the destruction of the world, and it appears that the event in the desert may have been a dry run for blowing up Tokyo.

You take my point, of course. This is a country that loses a prime minister and that is so vast and empty that a band of amateur enthusiasts could conceivably set off the world’s first nongovernmental atomic bomb on its mainland and almost four years would pass before anyone noticed.* Clearly this is a place worth getting to know.

* Interestingly, no Australian newspapers seem to have picked up on this story and the New York Times never returned to it, so what happened in the desert remains a mystery. Aum Shinrikyo sold its desert property in August 1994, fifteen months after the mysterious blast but seven months before it gained notoriety with its sarin attack in the Tokyo subway system. If any investigating authority took the obvious step of measuring the area around Banjawarn Station for increased levels of radiation, it has not been reported.

(Bill Bryson, 2001, pages 3-5)

5 comentaris:

Tura ha dit...

Vaya un frikazo estàs fet!!!!
No sé d'on treus totes aquestes coses....
En un mes i 6 dies ja estarem en camí!!!

rafi ha dit...

bueno tura!!! bon viatge !! i salutacions des de Florencia!
espero que segeuixis el tour alla a australia! patria de mc ewen! i evans!! XD XD
bon viatge!

Borgis ha dit...

Ei!Ja ha començat el viatge? Aqui la pejina s'ha perdut un moment de gran euforia, s'ho hagues passat mol be! A més, Tura et vaig explicar com superaria la pejina al fantasy! jajaja. Una abraçada

Sara ha dit...

sou uns petats, aqui no us vull...
dormiu molt a l'avio!!

Guillem Viñolas ha dit...

petaaats!!!com ja sabreu: la roja 1- alemanys penosos 0...us vau estalviar les exaltacions vàries dels símbols nacionals més casposos o sigui q això ja és començar amb molta sort el viatge..jeje!!!suposo q no el vau veure a l'avió tal i com desitjava el turelis, però va tenir poca història...a part de la meva consagraqció com a campió del fantasy!!!
Molta sort des de Barcelona i una abraçada molt gran...oju amb la comunitat xinorri i sobretot amb els marsupials...apostaria diners a què hi haurà alguna història divertida relacionada amb la pejina i un cangur...jajaja...cuideu-vos molt!!!