Her grandmother sobs when I ask what food and clothing they have. Just some rice and bread. Milana has only one set of clothes and a pair of worn out shoes. Her jacket becomes her pillow at night to cover the prayer before sleep. Outside, pieces of wood used to anchor the tents to Sputnik camp's muddy ground are the only toys for children.
Every boy seems to have carved one into a toy rifle.
This is the next generation to hate and to fight the Russians. When I ask young Bekan if he can ever forget or forgive Russian soldiers for what's happened in Chechnya he shakes his head over and over, looking cold and determined. All rights reserved.