Once we celebrated a housewarming. Four of us in one cramped apartment, bought on credit. At five thirty in the morning to the car and off to Moscow, every day, an hour and a half to two hours’ drive to the daycare and another half hour to the office. And back in the evening. To avoid traffic jams out of the city and at the railway crossing, you could take a dirt road through the forest, which later turned out not to be shorter at all, but at least it was less boring because you had to drive through mud at speed.
On the one hand, one should have left right after university. To Europe or the USA—it almost doesn’t matter because such a view from the window would be hard to find elsewhere. Perhaps it’s still possible somewhere in China. The world is always bigger than any single country. Even if you return, you’ll be more valuable simply because there are few who come back.
On the other hand, right after university, anywhere but Russia would have been comfortable, but boring. After university, I had nights spent sleeping on office tables, dodging police at the metro who fine you for not having a ticket from the morning train from Kolomna, preparing tender documents for designing a website that seemingly has no purpose, but where the winner and the payer split the money in a specified ratio, and here creativity is needed, talking to clients like strategizing how to coax a secret from a three-year-old who doesn’t want to spill it, and the turbulent joy that comes with success.
There’s no bad experience. Though sometimes you think, this is it, happiness! Nope, darn, just more experience.
Hi, I'm Rauf Aliev. 