"...the Russian zone where the Prater lay smashed and desolate and full of weeds, only the Great Wheel revolving slowly over the foundations of merry-go-rounds like abandoned millstones, the rusting iron of smashed tanks which nobody had cleared away, the frost-nipped weeds where the snow was thin."

Eerily uncanny. Two "Russian zones:" the amusement park at Chernobyl and occupied post-war Vienna, Graham Greene, The Third Man.