My great grandfather was a Russian POW during WWII. He was sent to the gulag.
He was one of the "lucky" ones.
The amount of FUCKERY his subsequent behaviour caused my grandmother, and therefore my father and yes, therefore ME cannot be overstated. Like. Encanto gives a teeeny tiny idea of what generational trauma is.
The reality is fucking worse.
He was tortured. He was broken. He behaved so atrociously that my great grandmother, a woman in a country with no divorce, had to leave him with 4 children, 3 of whom young to very young.
I won't go into the details. But the trauma of that lived in his daughter behaviour toward her son, and in his grandson my father.
DON'T. Come to me. And. Praise the URSS treatment of POW.
Signed: somebody who had to live among the ruins