Roughly two decades ago, I was born in a country that does not exist anymore; namely, the Soviet Union. At the tender age of 1, my journeys through world’s continents began. I lived all over the Czech Republic and the farthest places in Russia (Magadan, Vladivostok). When my parents emigrated to Canada, they settled in dad’s favourite city when he was a teenager. Also a city that held 2010 Winter Olympics. We’re talking about the rainy Vancouver of course. I still consider it my home, one of many, I suppose. At 20 I moved to Toronto, where I finished a degree in marketing and advertising and started building my career…
The career has led me to London. I work in an interactive marketing agency as a digital strategist, and I like it. I enjoy solving clients’ problems and working with people from a variety of disciplines. More on work over here.
As a teenager I loved to read the classics, write, photograph and daydream about the adult life that lay ahead (which is now shaping up to be as grand as originally conceived during calculus classes). Every choice in my life has led me up to this moment, and I’m grateful for every second. Mark Twain said: “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” And I am. I’ve lept into the void so many times, and it was (usually) worth it.
I won’t go into what I like or what I don’t like, just read my blog. More than anything in the world I like to travel. I like good company, great food, brilliant stories, colorful memories, unexplored cities, warm ocean breeze, cool mountains, rich cultural history, warm people, passionate people, generous people. I like to read, I love literature, I appreciate art and, living in London, I make every attempt to consume as much of it as possible. Despite being a chatterbox, I enjoy listening to people. I offer a friendly hug or a shoulder to cry on. Try me.
I’ve got a running list of places where I’d like to live at some point. Over the weekend Thailand and Austin, TX got added to the list. Buenos Aires and Bogota are already on the list. So is Berlin and Stockholm. I guess I will never have that “we are oldest buds” scenario, but just last year I reconnected with my best friend from when I was 8 years old and living in Czech Republic (after 17 years of being apart), and the dynamic was essentially the same.
I don’t take myself too seriously in the hours outside of work. My attitude is best described by the words of Ernest Becker: “To live is to play at the meaning of life… The upshot of this… is that it teaches us once and for all that childlike foolishness is the calling of mature men.”