A little piece from the book of John le Care « Our Game» talks about my homeland - Ingushetia.
«It happens to be the Ingush because I love their love of freedom, because they never had a feudal system or an aristocracy, no serfs, no slaves, no social superiors or inferiors.
The Ingush right to survive is my right and your right and the right of any good, free soul not to conform with the vile forces of uniformisation: whether imposed by Coms, Market Pigs, or the emetic Partyspeak of Political Correctitude.
It happens to be the Ingush because I’ve seen them, in their little valley towns and in their mountains, and like Negley Farson I saw a kind of Paradise and must take it in my care.
In life, as we both know, it’s the luck of the draw, who you meet and when and how much you have left to give, and the point at which you say, To hell with everything, this is where I go the distance, this is where I stick. You know those photos of old fellows in their great big mountain capes, their bourkas?
Well, in an uneven fight, when a North Caucasus warrior is surrounded by enemies, he will throw his bourka to the ground and stand on it to show he will not retreat one step from the surface covered by his bourka.
Me, I throw down my bourka somewhere on the road to Vladikavkas, on a perfect winter’s day, when the whole of creation is sitting up ahead of you, inviting you to come in, whatever the risk and whatever the cost”.
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