I was born in the wake of dissolution of the slavedom - tyrannical Soviets, not so far from its political heart, when it's cracked and the complete freedom burst in in all its blinding glory in the lives of utterly confused people. I think, in the addition to being born in December and having a chronic inborn itch against captivity in any form, it's had a great impact in the defining of my personality - I grew up with the fervent hatred against any borders, boundaries and restrictions. Freedom is the highest value - in the almost religious fervor. (Though, ironically, being too stubborn to accept the full concept of freedom was, I believe, one of the few core reasons of ruining my life thoroughly at some point of time.) Then, there were books and music - sci-fi and fiction, rock (come in, what a teenager would be without blasting some rock or metal) and electronic (think Orbital and Vibrasphere). Later, to lay the foundation of the understanding of the machinery of existence, I took works of Sri Aurobindo and disciples - previous knowledge or theories from the past could find their place then. You still sometimes can hear me mumbling something about "ways to regenerate... looking for mechanisms... from inside" when it gets too tough - hitting the merciless wall of atom's habitual stupidity after wrecked life-management sometimes is too much.
The biggest impact on defining and developing the aesthetic taste was when I encountered the existence of doujinshi scene before it was widely known in the West and after I discovered mainstream anime (where you could find sometimes, even if it's riddled with cliche plot devices, totally unorthodox soundtracks - and feel the urge of the artists to express themselves in a symbiotic way, despite being shackled by the laws of mainstream) - half-obscure and underground. All of this, clean and refined, bright and colorful, IV-V-iii-vi, the purest life, seemingly just one step from being incarnated in the flexible matter, rushing towards already embodied riches of aesthetical matter, like sakura blooms - though, societal, biological and current physical limitations are either quite incompatible, or a hurdle. I remember, browsing Pixiv and being totally blown by the details and the expression of the artists neither the West, nor even Japan itself knew about, and thought - "that, that's the real 'contemporary art'". My gateway drug into it was Touhou - later I'd even change my surname "just because". Pretty sure people from some cultures still will think about me as of "that guy".
Then, politics. Being a progressive liberal by heart, witnessed squelching a nascent, battling with the corrupt past, democracy, power grabs, then, after a win of a direct democracy in the neighboring country, unfolding propaganda machine on unprecedented scale on every level, the sheer madness, palpable in the air, swift reenacting of revanchism and banning all the free press, reverting to authoritarianism, and, subsequently, becoming a full-brown fascist dictatorship with completely atomized society, in the span of 10 years. Prerequisites for it to happen always were there, but it took several more years to learn about it.
Travels. In 2015 it became completely obvious to me, that the spiraling down of the country then irreversible - as the heart of the nation didn't react to the atrocious events and wasn't eager to learn the truth and after few protests here and there caved in, whereas deputies in the parlament were snorting cocaine, while banning catgirls (not a metaphor), and the escalation to the big war sooner or later is inevitable. It was the time to leave - but it was not until 2021, when I hopped with 50 bucks in the pocket on the plane to Ukraine - I was completely done trying to fix my existence, and contributing taxes to the completely inhumane state was out of my politics. Why there, if I knew the war would come inevitably? Well, just in spite going to contribute in the economy, being persistently eroded by the aggressor - and I had a friend there in Kyiv. Barely having started to settle in, breathing the freedom of expression and human rights once again, and getting the first offer, after a couple months I was woken up early in the morning by my friend, telling me, that the war has started... From the opposite side of the city one could hear muted explosions. I stayed for a year more - and, of course, had a lot of adventures, from raising puppies in the countryside to traveling to the western cities for the first time with an excuse of trying to get Polish visa - tried to hop between trains, as living in Poland was one of my dreams, and got an offer - while on paper being an overstayed tourist - it'd take a year or two to realize the merciless of bureaucracy and "Russians go home". Got caught at a roadblock once and sent to the legendary fearsome SSU, and went out just fine - Ukrainians are one of the nicest nations domiciliary and abroad. The next stop was Hungary, as I tried to smart-ass my way to Polish visa and Poland, which didn't quite work out. Still, under the threat of overstay I ventured there, as the dream was still the dream and I didn't expect Schengen to be open for my nationality much more time. Also, still, that company to which I planned to hop on... Needed to speak to them, though it turned out it was too late - farewell to my employment. So, Gdańsk, Łódź, Wrocław, predictably ran out of money, traveled a couple more weeks hitchhiking, and went to Germany, betraying Poland - my insight about superiority of interpersonal relationships between an individual and a country over intellectual conjectures when it's time to make a decision was still nascent - hey I thought I could land there as a job seeker it I directly come from Ukraine, as it was stated on the official resource - but they turned blind eye on it. Claimed asylum there and still consider it the worst decision in this life. After an excruciating year and a bit, having lost my mental and physical health to bits, I bought a ticket to Turkey - to die anywhere but away from that country. A month there, hiking the south coast, crossing on buses all the way to east, then north of the country, being denied entry to Georgia, rode to Istanbul and flew all the way to Central Asia. Then getting reverse culture shock, remembering all the forgotten reasons I left Russia, and scoffing at all the import from there, travelled through Uzbekistan and worked in Kazahstan, visited Kyrgyzstan, and flew back west to the Balkans - European is being European. Serbia, Bosnia, again Serbia and again Bosnia, stuck here for a moment. To be continued-
Now, I hope, you can feel from where I'm coming from as a personality.

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

To host and be hosted, to hang out with people and share experiences. To be able to explore the world in the social anarchism style, bypassing the surveillance and regulations.

Interests

I love, first of all, music and tech, art in general, contemporary visual design, tinkering things, comparative linguistics, mysticism, researching, particle-, material- and astrophysics, neurobiology, space, creating together a better world or damn alone

• dogs
• arts
• cooking
• traveling
• socializing
• music
• hiking
• engineering
• languages
• linguistics
• typography
• human evolution
• agility

Music, Movies, and Books

If you want to know more about the worlds right next to ours, narrated under a specific vantage point - "Rose of the World" by Daniil Andreyev.
If you want to know more from where modern Russia emerges in the socio-cultural and political aspects - look up Elvira Bary on YouTube
"One" by Richard Bach - the type of experience of love I most fascinated about

One Amazing Thing I’ve Done

Learned to jump into the nothingness

What I Can Share with Hosts

Teach your pet eastern philosophy, set up your server, hang out in the city.

Countries I’ve Visited

Bosnia and Herzegovina, Germany, Hungary, Kazakhstan, Poland, Serbia, Turkey, Ukraine, Uzbekistan

Countries I’ve Lived In

Bosnia and Herzegovina, Germany, Kazakhstan, Russian Federation, Serbia, Ukraine