A dilema

We all have a story to tell but its only when you listen and watch human stories from countries in central and eastern Europe such as the one I have been watching of one man's

life. A Tatar from the Crimea, a life full of labour camps first under the Germans and then, after the war under the Russians do we realise how lucky we have been.His whole life caught up in the turmoil that was Europe in the 20s 30s 40s even the 50s a flow of political events that caught him and swept him away for the major part of his life.
How we take for granted our ability to choose as if its a birth right. Our world would come crashing down if we were conscripted without a by-your-leave without recourse to say yay or nay, stripped from family and friends herded onto trucks and shipped thousands of moles away to be brutalized by a totalitarian regime who considered you as less than human. Thousands, millions of people mostly men were used as part of labour intensive  schemes in which they were not recognised as human beings, only units of labour.
Mankind is always on the cusp of some program to create for the instigator untold wealth and power which on the drawing board, humans become microscopically insignificant. Their lives coming to an end they walk the dusty roads, surrounded by simple two room houses empty of all but the barest necessities, bent of back, bowed of limb they continue to shuffle along indefatigable.
With our cars and ipods, our holidays in Ibitha and our throw away culture, how remote from societies who now send their young to work on the building sites in London. Its when you meet and talk to these young men who's command of English is excellent, who's skills and work ethic are commendable and who, as you speak to them, in my case employ them, find you are left with a lot of respect and quiet admiration for their tenacity.