You wake up in a mansion, 4 years old. Not a worry in the world.
You have everything your need and your family is doing well. Your father and the generation before him is an ex-spetsnaz anti-terrorism unit. Now he's a succesful business man.
Your mother doesn't have to work. She spends her days with you and your sister, enjoying the life granted by a loving husband.
You walk out. Suddenly you see white dots in the air. You call your mom and dad to let them enjoy the magnificent view.
They're not dots.
They're Spetsnaz parachutes. They're paratroopers coming down to kill you. Your father recognises the threat immediatly and commands your mother to collect all the crucials as he goes and grabs his gear and calls down his brothers to protect his children.
Your mother is done collecting everything that fits in a small bag. Documents, passports, money.
You, your sister and mother head down to the bomb shelter with your uncle. A young, militairy experienced armed man.
He hears the news through his radio. The peace has been broken by a terror attack. The main cities are being bombed and you hear explosions not near but not far either.
You're a child. You're messing around and suddenly you find your old lost toy. You're filled with joy and you're not paying attention to the situation anymore.
Suddenly your father comes to pick you out. You're put in a car, a sports car that is worth quite a bit. Your father, mother and sister are the only ones with you. Your uncles didn't come with you.
Your father drops you all off at your mom's grandparents.
You're having a good time. A day later your father comes back.
After a day of driving, you're being stopped by soldiers. They escort your father and remove you from the vehicle.
Hours later they bring your father back and return you a vehicle.
Not your vehicle, they give you a nearly broken and modified to not speed old Lada so they can recognise who you are and what reason you received the vehicle for.
Your father understands the situation and brings you down to a town to stay in the second house for a while. Your mother hears her grandparents have been bombed. She cries her heart out.
Three days pass. Your father is sad and angry.
You get to hear 3 out of the 5 uncles have been killed in combat. Your fourth uncle is brought to your place. His eyes no longer work.
You're curious, you're young.
Uncle, what is wrong with your eyes?
Your father receives an escape plan.
'You must pass through the main city to the North and pass the Russian border. You're not getting out otherwise'.
You're young, you don't understand. Your father is frustrated. The main city has been bombed and they won't let your kind through.
Your father is desperate and follows the plan. You pass the heart of the main city. The city you know is no longer there. You see dead bodies and destruction.
You see young children crying and begging for their mom, covered in blood.
You see young brave men braving the streets, their families abandoned or dead. They salute as you pass.
The enemies has no time to bury corpses, but the corpses cause disease and unrest.
They have to solve it quickly:
You see children at the place. You wonder what they're doing. You don't realise they're looking for their mothers and fathers.
Finally you've left the town, you've reached the Russian border.
They seperate you. Male and female.
You and your father are stuck in the jail for 2 weeks. Suddenly you're released and you find your mother and sister waiting for you.
You're on a bus to Europe. It's a long journey and people are aware. You have nothing but passports. The border control took your money because your father bribed them.
Week and a half later, you arrive in Germany.
You're young, you don't understand what is going on. Your mother and father need to go further but the bus doesn't go further.
Your family in Germany picks you up and drops you off in Belgium. Your parents find temporary housing until you're settled.
Many visits to the embassy later, you have your documents and you're good to go.
Your father, a retired soldier with many deaths on his mark, built a succesful life in a hard country, nearing 51 years, the current countries pension age is 58. Your father gets in a depression. He suffers PTSD. All the work he put in, all for nothing.
You grow up in a country where your kind is regarded as dangerous and often involved with terrorism and evil acts though your country never officially had an army. Your country had no jets, had no helicopters, had no tanks, no armed vehicles, no advanced weaponry.
You're not a human being to them.
You're filth. You're here to take their jobs. You're here to make their lives worse. You should have died with every other terrorist in your country.
Years later, the terrorist act is declared false. The enemy apologises and offers a treaty, for a second time. The first war lasted 150 years. This time it only lasted a few decades.
Your country went from approx. 1,4 million citizens to 400,000.
Your fourth uncle regained vision, but remains nearly blind. Your last uncle died in a bombing while attempting to leave the country. His 4 children and wife died with him.
Many of your cousins are dead. Most died protecting the country.
This is my story and that of the Chechens versus the Russians.
I have some horrible pictures of us involved, might post them, might not.
Imagine that of a Syrian refugee who had to deal with modern weaponry in a state where peace was 'everlasting'.
It's not a joke, do you feel funny?
@Mochizuki In the end, it came down to the fact that Chechnya had oil and natural gas in abundance, but the Chechen president (yes, it was a republic back then) demanded Chechnya to be recognised as a country.
Not a part of Russia.
They staged a terror attack after the Chechen president refused Putin's offer (to back down, hand in the weapons and stay as a part of Russia).
This staged terror attack is the result of millions of deaths.
OIL in the ground is worth the lives of millions to a government. It's been proven and it's being proven to this day.