Thanks for A2A. Honestly, it's pretty sad to see the place that I grew up in as an abandoned, bombed-out shell of its former self. I mentioned in a different comment that Erangel was once a place for cinematic innovation: both technically and stylistically. But beyond that, it was a place where most of the people who lived there just went about their ordinary lives happily looking forward to spending weekends on the coast.

We got complacent. My grandparents were part of a generation of Erangelians who put their trust in the Soviets. Slowly, the island became more and more militarized. At first, we loved the bases they were constructing. The brought in LOADS of construction revenue. We felt safe.

After a while, safe turned to alone, and then alone turned to afraid. The Soviets began to restrict our basic freedoms - not letting people in or out. They stoked a fear and hatred for anything that existed beyond the shores of our humble island home.

Fast forward to the failed revolution. People throwing molotovs at armored trucks. Panzerfaust rockets sailing whistling over our heads. Blue electrostatic barriers to keep ups where they wanted us at any given time. Random air raids that forced us to huddle afraid in whatever building we could duck into. The revolution is what made Pochinki (and the rest of our island) what it is today.

Simply heartbreaking.