“… after the Fergana events, we were evacuated to Russia, but we could not live there. After making the necessary arrangements we decided to migrate to Turkey by car. One night we stayed in my daughter’s house near Georgia, then we continued on our way to Turkey. My grandson asked me: ‘where are we going to sleep tonight grandpa?’ I did not know what to say. Tell me, what kind of a grandfather am I? I am not even capable of answering the question of my grandson because I did not know the answer myself. My father was deported, I was deported, my son is deported, and now my grandson. Isn’t that too much?”1