Su Son's childhood biography
Su Son was born in the former Soviet Union, in southern Central Asia. When he was four years old, Soviet officials imprisoned his father for political reasons. Then, at the age of five, he witnessed his mother's death. More info on him can be found at SuSon.Xyz where he has links to his YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, and other social sites.
Orphaned, Su and his siblings lived with his uncle’s widow and her children in the western slopes of the Hissar Mountains. During harsh winters, they didn’t have enough food to eat. So, he went with the aunt’s older children to dig edible plants and flower roots to bring home to cook. He wore large boots with gaping holes at their toe boxes. He used to wrap rags made of torn shirts around his feet and fill the toe boxes with straw. His clothes were patchworks of fabric filled with barks of fir trees.
Either by joining the family’s older children or neighbors on wild adventures, Su had explored fascinating sheer cliffs, caves with blue ice walls and pristine lakes. He had seen spring water burning like gasoline, emanating heat like a wood burning oven. Among others, he had come across a field on a plateau where brazen wolves had eaten an old man and his donkey, leaving white patch of snow covered in red and scattered human remnants exposed to a growling blizzard. Besides seeing a lot, he had suffered many frostbites to his hands, feet, and face.
About a year later, released from the prison, his father had decided to take Su to a desert where Su’s another aunt lived. Hopping on the back of his father’s motorcycle, Su left for the desert land. Descending the terrain and grassy meadows, then traversing across rocky dry mountains and gorges, the motorcycle crossed the land covered with red dunes and swirling wind forming dusty funnels like ghostly figures. Here and there, he could see dry places with smooth round rocks that looked like ancient rivers.
After a day-lasting trip, Su and his father arrive in a desert valley with many mud houses around and cascading hills with short yellow grass. It looked like another planet. Su didn’t understand the language the inhabitants spoke. Soon, big kids in the village began shouting at him in a language he couldn't understand. Several times, they had pushed him into ditches and tried to make their dogs attack him. Later, they tripped him into sharp pieces of metal, cutting his upper lip and right nostril. It took him two months to recover at aunt’s home and was left with permanent facial scars. Moreover, living in the scorching sun with no hat, Su’s olive skin had turned so dark as charcoal.
Su had left the desert and settled in a semi-arid location with his father and stepmother. Soon after he began elementary education, a communist official came to the school yelling at teachers because they had made the official’s daughter sit with Su. The school had a policy of making a male and female pupils sit on one desk designed for two to prevent them from talking to each other and getting distracted.
They moved Su to sit with another girl from a working-class family, but that family too created a scandal. Then, Su was made to sit in the far back corner alone. And occasionally, teachers sent him out to do school chores, such as carrying wood to the classroom stove and carrying food for educators. Children referred to Su with N words and mocked his facial deformities, comparing him to all kinds of mythical and strange creatures. Isolated from others, he hung around with boys with autism and stuttering, whom he had found to be quite harmless. Arguing for his destiny, villagers claimed that Su was doomed from childhood because the USSR would never allow the enemy of the state to succeed.