Monthly Archives: November 2011


My friends are very excited about spending some time in Russia, especially in Moscow, which is known for its extraordinary beauties and glamour nightlife. However, I won’t write about parties here; I believe there is something else about Russia, which would not let me think about jolly money spending guys and gals.

I’m not going to dive into the retrieval of the causes and effects, but rather shortly describe my feelings about the country and its’ people.

The first and the foremost thing which literally shocks me when I travel to Russia, is the all-around rudeness. Last summer when arrived to Moscow Domodedovo, I got the impression, that people were fighting against each other using abusive words as weapons. Swearing people at the airport, at the metro, in the streets, not a single smiling face for 3 hours until I finally saw my friend. She picked me up from the station, and it was like a breath of fresh air.

When you are rich, you drive SUV with dark tinted windows listening to Rachmaninoff , separating yourself from the misery. When you are poor, there is no escape from anger, hatred and humiliation.

The second problem is infrastructure devastation. An awful state of roads, buildings etc. made me sick to my stomach. Things could not be worse, I thought. How dare anyone compare this country to Europe when people live in such a misery… I’m posting a photograph of mail boxes of a TYPICAL building.

As you can see, the locks are broke open, the boxes are burnt, the mail gets stolen. The walls are all covered with a layer of dirt and the smell is disgusting.

There are 9 floors, 8 apartments at each level, up to 10 entrances in a building, 1500 people living side by side. Soviet semi-detached house. Insane.

When I was 10, me and my friend would clean up all the floors, sweep the floor, wash the walls and even do cartoon drawings. It was fun, it was a game we played.

At the basement of the building, where the heating system was, junkies were doing drugs and sniffing glue. Needles were everywhere. I thought it was normal, just the way it should be. 

The third problem is extreme poverty. 2011 average pension is 196 euro, while the living costs are often higher than in Europe. In fact, there is no way one can survive on this amount. Children, or any other relatives take the responsibility to help old people. Nevertheless, every day you see someone in the street rummaging in garbage looking for food. That’s all right just to walk by, everybody is struggling to survive.

Then of course there are rich guys with posh cars and yachts. Inequalities are huge.

It’s just a snapshot of overall deterioration in Russia. Material values prevail and make poverty survival not only physically difficult, but also mentally intolerable.

According to World Bank, Russia occupies 6th place worldwide in terms of GDP (PPP).

At present, we are stealing the future, selling it in the present, and calling it GDP. Paul Hawken

Russia dip


What is this feeling, when you hear something familiar in the midst of a conversation, and realize that this synchronicity is much more than mere coincidence. These moments of enlightenment, as I call them, are precious and real. They bring one in harmony with the present moment and simultaneously open up the door to infinity and wisdom. Surprisingly, the very content of a message might not be of any importance, but the sensation of totality and connectedness makes one aligned with the eternal consciousness.

The cosmic flash can dawn at anytime when you are in tune with your inner self, while walking, reading, dreaming, talking or listening. It is not necessarily a genius lucid moment giving a birth to a bright idea, but more often just an alert from the Universal intelligence, signalizing the intertwining character of sporadic phenomena.

Although there might be no content in the feeling we experience, the very notion of an open door makes the intelligence every time more accessible. Directing one’s attention continuously towards the light makes the darkness slowly disappear.



One is becoming tolerant by overcoming the hatred and accepting the unacceptable.

It is relatively easy to approve of something unfamiliar that goes along with your current values or doesn’t affect you in any way. However, I would call this attitude indifference rather than tolerance. When traveling to an Arabic country, I’m not judgmental towards women wearing hijab or early morning calls to prayer, disturbing my sleep. My comfort zone isn’t violated by these issues, and my attitude is similar to the one of a spectator at a theatre performance.

Things are becoming more difficult when one has to share daily routine or run a business with somebody so incomprehensible and different, as if coming from a parallel dimension. This becomes a real challenge of not giving in and rejecting the unknown.

When you start living in a foreign place you don’t like, this doesn’t mean yet that in some time you won’t understand it. When you open your heart and resist the temptation to criticize, the initially uncomfortable feeling can vanish, being replaced by a joy of appreciation and love.