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Would you say the great purge was justified?
My USSR knowledge is from HoI4, so sorry if I'm wrong.
As far as I know, there was something about an anti-soviet conspiracy, including people like yagoda, also something about many monarchists/capitalists/fascists/etc. remaining.
So would you say the great purge under Stalin was justified?
Great Britain was never his country of first choice, nor second. He'd have preferred Canada or Germany or America. Best of all, Iceland which, so he'd heard, was cold and treeless but democratic and respectful of human life.
Britain was where he ended up. After the lorry had rumbled off the ferry he waited, as he had been advised, till it slowed at a roundabout. Then he jumped down from the axle and walked casually away, as he had been told he should. He had no luggage, only the precious book tucked inside his undervest. He felt giddy from eight hours bobbing across the North Sea. Eventually, he asked an elderly woman waddling by with her dog in a shopping basket what place this was.
"Lowestoft, dearie."
"Thank you, ma'am." Sunday could see with his eyes that Lowestoft was a run-down type of port and smell with his nose that it had a fishing industry. He was learning all the time. Sunday was fifteen. He was on his own. He was starting a new life. His Auntie Pru was three thousand seven hundred and twenty-three miles, and twenty-seven days, distant. He did not own a mobile phone. Nor did she.
The old woman said, "Don't take offence, but if you're one of them lads just slipped in looking for casual work, you might as well know there's not much of that about here. But they've opened advice centre if that's any help. Near the post office."
"Thank you, ma'am, I have all I require," Sunday replied. "But if you could indicate me towards the railway station?"
A succession of trucks and boats had brought him as far as Rotterdam. There, he had been given by the man in dark mirror glasses, a rail ticket for onward travel. This final stage of his journey to the job location lasted only a few hours. He had the comfort of a cushioned seat beside a window. On the British train, the passenger opposite left his newspaper on the seat when he alighted. At first, Sunday did not like to touch it in case he was accused of theft. Back home, you could be picked up and charged with an offence for any number of things you had not done. That was one of the ways the militia kept order. The only way to survive was to keep out of sight. Sunday read the newspaper headline upside down.
GOTCHA! IMMIGRATION CLAMPDOWN
Where he came from, clampdowns were carried out at night. The first was when two uncles and a cousin were dragged from their hut and never seen again. Sunday needed to know if the clampdown here might involve similarly bewildering brutality. He was about to risk stealing the newspaper when another passenger passed along the aisle. He glanced at Sunday, then casually reached over, picked up the paper and walked off with it.
At each station, Sunday peered anxiously to check the name. If he missed the right place he'd end up in no-man's-land. He knew no one here. Travellers he had met who were also heading to Britain spoke of it as The Wonderland. To Sunday it looked dark. The sky was low. At home, the sky was high and the clouds stood like great shining mountains.
So, we are writing a big exam soon, so we got a mock exam, and this guy sunday is an illegal immigrant.
It's not our teachers fault, he's apolitical, just prints whatever he gets.
Also, if Sunday dislikes the UK so much, he could just go back.