The story of my life is a story of relocations. I am an immigrant by birth.
I was born in Latvia, but a year later my parents moved to Soviet Russia. A few years passed, and my father was offered a job in Poland, and that's how I ended up there.
Before I turned ten, we returned to the Soviet Union again. Russian is my native language, but when I met my new classmates, they were foreigners to me and I was to them.
Then the Soviet Union collapsed, and I found myself in another country without getting up from the couch. This country was now called the Russian Federation.
Until I came of age, I lived in the Kaliningrad region, a Russian exclave formerly known as Königsberg. Although it was still Russia, from a cultural point of view it was a completely different place. So when I went to study in Moscow, I felt like an immigrant again.
After graduating from university, I managed to live in Angola and the Czech Republic, and then returned back to Kaliningrad. Now I had a wife and three children.
In 2022 Russia invaded Ukraine. The only safe way to protest was to leave the country, so we fled to Turkey.
Now we are in Argentina, and to be honest, I really don't want to move anywhere else. In this land full of hope and freedom I want to stop being an immigrant and become a Planetary Human.