zalpa-imadayevaZalpa Imadayeva was born in 1938. She was deported from the village of Dachu-Barzoy to the village of Michurina in Leningorsk in the Northern Kazakhstan.

“About how we were deported, everyone can tell you the same thing. I can not add anything special. Hard, cold, hungry…

“I was the eldest in the family. Much we had to go through, but the worst was that the mother was not around – we were separated during the expulsion. If loading the car or in the car half of the family remained without a place they could just take another train and send to another district or region. It happened with our mother. A search for lost relatives by the authorities never allowed…

“The day was icy, cold at that time in Northern Kazakhstan, it had reached minus forty. Our father decided to go to the neighboring village, look for our mother, and took me with him. Without a permission, and in fact in order to go from one village to the neighboring, it was required a special pass which was not given to everyone. We walked along the narrow path trodden before us, some other such “enemies of the people” were seeking their loved ones too. The trail was built through the five-foot thickness of the snow. Here we caught up with a sledge Chechens. They drove them something wrapped in a duvet cover. I wanted my father asked them to put me on a sled, instead of dragging on the back. But my father was surprised: “Do you want to sat on the sled with the dead?” They were also carrying a corpse. “I nearly died of fright. Then we met another group of people, they were burying someone’s body in the snow. The earth was frozen, people were trying to open digs almost bare hands, they put one into the dig and then they started to another one. It turned out that all along this road, Chechens buried their loved one, in this reason, the road had already called as the “road of deads”…

“We continued. A bit further, we stumbled upon a pack of wild or maybe feral dogs. They were toring something that I did not realize what was it. My father imperiously ordered me not to look at them, and he quickly broke off from a nearby tree branch hefty. We have been very close to them. I will never forget their ferocious eyes and bloody mouths. They dug up a baby’s body and toring it. My father said: “You see, people bury corpses in the snow, but they dig up and eat them”. I was scared, I was afraid that they will turn on and eat us alive. I started begging my father to go back…