Koku Dzhunadinovna Istambulova, who lives in Russia, in the village of Bratskoe in the Chechen Republic, is the oldest person on the planet. She is 128 years old. And she says that during all this long life she was never happy and that her long life is a "punishment".
Many people are inclined to argue that such longevity is associated with a healthy and active lifestyle, but Koku Istambulova only laughs tiredly: "I have no idea why I have lived until now." Koku says her longevity "was God's will" and she did nothing to make it happen. When asked by a journalist why she lived for so long, she said:
“I see people doing sports, eating something special, keeping in shape, but I have no idea why I have lived until now. Perhaps it was God's will. I didn't do anything to make this happen. And yet I have not had a single happy day in my life. I always, every day, worked hard and hard. I'm tired. Long life is not at all a gift of God for me, but a punishment."
And there is a very deep meaning in these words of Istambulova. She survived the Civil War: when the last Tsar Nicholas II was forced to abdicate in March 1917, Istambulova was 27 years old. When World War II broke out and German tanks destroyed her home, she was 50 years old. Then the war ended and deportation began when a 55-year-old woman was exiled "for collaborating with the Nazis." In 1991, when the Soviet Union collapsed, Istambulova was 102 years old. And at this age she was destined to survive two Chechen wars.
Some quotes from this woman's story about herself:
“She remembers the first day of the Civil War like today. She says she was fetching water for the horses when she heard the explosion. At first, she did not understand what was happening, then she saw how the houses caught fire, heard the screams of people. On that day, according to her recollections, four people were killed in their village. None of their village went to fight in that war, and no one knew how Koku told what awaited them. The villagers lived calmly, peacefully, were engaged in agriculture and animal husbandry, raised children, worked for the good of the Motherland. But, after the arrival of troops in the village, their measured life turned into a miserable existence. Civilians were imprisoned. Koku said that at that moment it was very difficult for them, unusual, offensive, they did not realize what was happening. All workers were collected by a team and forced to work on the site, weed, plant crops, harvest,dig the ground against your will. The workers were not paid for the work performed; the military took all the products from the land plots for themselves. Consequently, people had nothing to eat, they had to collect the peel from the potatoes and cook. Koku says that they interrupted as best they could - with the last bit of strength, but never fell on their knees and did not ask for help. The military took away the entire economy from the civilians, introduced their own rules, allowed only one cow, three sheep and chickens to be left behind. Moreover, milk and eggs had to be given to strangers every day. Of course, as Koku says, many resisted, tried to fight, but everything led to beatings and punishment.that they interrupted as best they could - with the last bit of strength, but never fell to their knees and did not ask for help. The military took away the entire economy from the civilians, introduced their own rules, allowed only one cow, three sheep and chickens to be left behind. Moreover, milk and eggs had to be given to strangers every day. Of course, as Koku says, many resisted, tried to fight, but everything led to beatings and punishment.that they interrupted as best they could - with the last bit of strength, but never fell to their knees and did not ask for help. The military took away the entire economy from the civilians, introduced their own rules, allowed only one cow, three sheep and chickens to be left behind. Moreover, milk and eggs had to be given to strangers every day. Of course, as Koku says, many resisted, tried to fight, but everything led to beatings and punishment.
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- February 1944 It was a very cold time, a strong wind was blowing, - the woman recalls. - At that time, our father was not alive, and there were no men in our family, so we were not able to take and carry a lot of things. My younger brother Muslu was also taken away, he was not with us. First, we were seated in overly filled cars, taken to Mozdok, where we were already transferred to a dirty train, in which there was not even an empty seat. Many died in the carriages from hunger and cold, from beatings. Koku recalls this terrible time, says that the bodies of people were simply thrown out of their trains. “This terrible picture is still before our eyes. We were scared, did not know where we were going, why, - recalls Koku.
- I remember there was a lot of snow, which was unusual for us. From the train we were transferred to a sleigh. So we got to the village - Lenin's Way, where we stayed. At first we had to live on the street, but then we settled in a rural office, where it was very cold, because there was no heating at all. People were dying of cold and hunger. My younger sister also died there. A day, we were given 5 grams of bread each, that was all we could eat, - recalls, with tears in his eyes, Koku. According to our heroine, after a while they found a job, for which they received half a liter of milk and a piece of bread."
When the press writes about long-livers, it usually boils down to praising a healthy lifestyle, arguing about the advantages of the Soviet (or other) socialist system. However, what is interesting about the Dailyrecord.co.uk article is that it seems to be the first time in the world that they wrote about everything as it is and put everything in its place.
The man says directly to the journalist: I have not had a single happy day in my life. The best days of Mrs. Istambulova are when she had to work a lot so as not to starve to death. The rest is wars and deportations.
And people like her on Earth are not even millions, but billions - that is, everything is practical. True, not everyone lives to be 128 years old, in order to talk about it later.
This raises the question: who controls this planet? Who makes epidemics, wars and revolutions? Who and why makes people suffer? Is it really true that the Earth, as some conspiracy theorists think, is a real prison planet?