In Chernobyl, the last thing you want to be doing is hiding from the authorities in the dark. And yet I somehow found myself doing just that, begging my heart to stop beating, wondering if this was some sort of awesome spy movie. I sure didn’t feel awesome. Earlier that evening, I stood by the bed pulling things out of my backpack. We were going for a stroll in town and some divine foresight was nudging me to bring just my camera and to leave my wallet and bag in the room. I threw the strap over my head, stuffed a few hryvnia in my pocket and joined my friends outside. Traveling lightly has its virtues. Chernobyl-town is one of those rare grownup places…