Wednesday, 9 October 2013

An Astoundingly Ingenious Idea!

You don't have to waste billions on extravagantly priced rocket fuel if 
you plainly launch your rocket from Australia. Think of it: you 
just untie your rocket and it momentarily drops down spacewards 
where it is further steered by the engines. Bingo!

Tuesday, 3 September 2013

"Honesty is such a lonely word..." - claims Billy Joel. Not where Hans Christian Andersen was born! :)

I think me and my research partner should do justice to the world's least corrupt country according to Transparency International as of 2013. A good half of our master thesis has been powered by engaging the experience of corporations headquartered in Denmark. In terms of Corruption Perception Index this country has remarkably outrun today's Singapore, the darling of Lee Kuan Yew fame for being the world's most known anti-corruption enthusiast. 


Thumbs up, Danes! Thanks for your passive contribution to our least corrupt master thesis in the history of mankind* :D

* - no human beings were bribed in the making of our paper.**

** - to the best of my knowledge and if my memory still serves me.

P.S. Check out your country at

Selective Law Enforcement. Moscow Style.

Imagine a well fleshed 'gentleman' who doesn't look particularly like a Harvard professor crossing the motorway against the lights right in front of a police unit. An officer tries to take him in for penalizing, but the guy struggles in his arms saying "No, no, sorry mate I'm in haste!". What would you expect a real cop to do here? Whatever crossed your mind, the guy just escapes while the officer doesn't stir a finger to break into a run. Instead he shifts his grievous farewell glance to look for another 'offense' to be mercifully made by a more feeble lad.

Serve & Protect

So, looks like our "valiant" "law" "enforcement" "authorities" do not even have the balls to stop you on the street to give you a penalty charge notice; in which case how are people supposed to feel protected by these guys?

Sunday, 30 June 2013

Välkommen till Ryssland: Part 1

St. Petersburg, Russia. Day 3. Well, this is awkward as anticipated. I’ll be attempting to list all the oddities I’m encountering throughout my back reintegration process.

1) Recycling. Do you guys even know what that is? Mhm, not even that. Let's put it this way: how about you at least throw empty glass bottles into trash cans instead of just leaving them wherever you finish your beer?
2) Driving culture? Well, I've got a BMW X6 / Mercedes GL / Lexus LX (tick as preferred), so I don’t care about that rubbish you guys call traffic rules. And you Pegueot people are just jealous, admit that and get out of the way. Better go and make some money instead of giving me lectures.
3) Why would I automatically convert any currency to Swedish kronor? Time to put up with Russian roubles, nephew.
4) My Russian is currently much better than on the day I just arrived here from Amsterdam. Still, cannot say I’m totally ready for a job interview or other events like that.
5) People on the tube, I can smile as much as I want. It’s normal and I’m not a sicko! Life is wonderful and you won’t bring me around to hate it (yet)!
6) "Hey, ya got a lighter?" "No. I don't smoke, sorry." "You don't smoke?? How come??" Oh man, just wrap it up and go along. 

Also, I'm going to Moscow tomorrow. Will see how it goes! 

Saturday, 4 May 2013

Malmö: 275 days behind, 60 days to go

They say, time zips along, and indeed it does. I clearly remember hugging my Moscow flatmates in the rainy morning of August 14, 2012, and leaving our apartment to find myself on the plane doing landing approach above the windmills of Öresund Bay in a few hours. I'd had a touch of flue the day before, but the staggering views of Copenhagen and Malmö cured me in a quite remarkable way: looking back, the local moist climate was hardly congenial to speedy recovery :) And these views are still sustaining me in a way.

Öresund windmills
Orkanen biblioteket
I clearly like this place geographically, culturally and spiritually. The only thing that made me regret having chosen Malmö högskola as the place for getting my master degree for a moment was one belated discovery: University of Lugano (Switzerland), the place distantly adored by me so much, appeared to be a far more reasonably priced institution in terms of tuition fees. Still, I've decided not to be carried away with that, as 9 months spent in Malmö have exuberantly enriched me, and I firmly believe the resources I've spent were worth it.
In spite of the certain issues we encountered on the path towards completion of our master program here in Malmö, I've enjoyed my studies and learned a lot more within just 1 year, than I learned within 5 years of my bachelor program back in Russia. Even though my initial plan was to get a degree in corporate entrepreneurship, I chose to enroll in "Leadership for Sustainability". It is fair to say it was a shot in the dark, as I'd not even been familiar with the concept of sustainability as such. However it emerged that I liked it eventually and never regretted having discovered this field which is, putting it lightly, not a deep concern in the place I come from. Currently we've partnered with my friend and fresh father Stavri for working on our thesis. The topic is pretty challenging: anti-corruption policies used by multinational corporations. And I hope we will not have to bribe anyone to defend it ;P
Also, I am fortunate enough to be a part of a truly cosmopolitan university group where people come from literally throughout the world: around 90% of them come from countries other than Sweden. Great people, inspiring friends. 

Leadership for Sustainability 2012 ('Marshmallow Challenge')
Chillaxing after uni
My dormitory community is a story in its own right. And this community can deservingly be called a family. Together we've done so much reasonably and unreasonably crazy things, traveled so many miles, drank so many bottles, danced so many dances, sang (or shall I say, shouted) so many songs, ate so much international and less international food, jogged off so many calories, played so many games, made so many silly jokes, and sustained the unsustainable (which does not have to make sense).

Celsiusgården (Intake 2012)
Celsiusgården (Intake 2013)
I got so much used to this community that I can hardly imagine leaving this place. However, plenty is no dainty, and we will soon have to take our next steps. Even though I want to stay in the country or somewhere around, I've got no clue where I'm going to end up in a couple of months, and I've decided to be fine with it :)  

Ok, that's enough for now. As they say in Siberian English, 'talk not much!' :) 

Thank you my beautiful people! Russian guy's on patrol. 



Thursday, 28 February 2013

That's a good one

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep 
 Do not stand at my grave and weep, 
I am not there; I do not sleep. 
I am a thousand winds that blow, 
I am the diamond glints on snow, 
I am the sun on ripened grain, 
I am the gentle autumn rain. 
When you awaken in the morning’s hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in circling flight. 
I am the soft starlight at night. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry, 
I am not there; I did not die.

                                                                                Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932