Who’s this girl wanting you to read her stories?
Hey, my name is Elisabeth. Let me tell you my story.
Generation : Uncertainty
Moscow, 1993. The USSR collapsed 18 months ago: there were not so many believing in a better tomorrow. The freedom that people gained was not that promising.
Everything was chaotic: minds, actions, laws. Despite the wide-spread belief that people in Moscow were better-off, my mom keeps on telling me that it was not the time to start a family.
Once she was about to take me to a park and some friends came over suggesting they go trade their IDs for some guns and head to the centre. Well that’s definitely not the time for baby-sitting. But that was the time I was born.
Speaking of my origin, since I moved to Germany, I met so many Russian-speaking people. The following conversation occurred over and over again:
Hey, where’re you from?
Russia
Oh, how cool! What part of it?
Moscow
Oh, I see. And where did you move to Moscow from?
Well, nowhere.
Oh… I see.. Are your parents also..?
*frowned*
So you’re like an original Moscow person??
Yeah. I am.
That is why it says “Trip tips from a Moscow girl”. Wherever I live, wherever I go, I will always remain a girl from Moscow. I love the city and I truly belong there.
Wondering why I moved out then?
To experience the world first hand. To get out of my comfort zone. To grow up.
Lifechanging Decisions
When 16 I was done with high school, got a state-financed place at the Economic Faculty at University of Linguistics. When I was doing my 3rd year, my German teacher called me up and told me there’s a place to do an exchange in Germany and I got two days to give an answer.
Of course I signed up.
It didn’t really take me long to decide: it seemed to be the most promising adventure of my life.
After my semester abroad I made an even more important decision: I realized I wanted to stay here. I quit everything and move down to Germany. I finished my Bachelor here, did an exchange semester at Arizona State – yes, the university every screen play writer (from Suits to Ted2) is making fun of. Well, the good thing is everybody knows what it is (the largest public school in the US by the way).
Now I am sharing my experiences with you from the very historic centre of Berlin where I landed for the next half a year at least.
That would do for autobiography, wouldn’t it?
Yours,
Elisabeth