On my last day, everything started out very well. The sun was shining, the atmosphere was right and we had pancakes for breakfast (feast!).

Having an extremely good mood, I could only smile at the bizarre parked Jeep on the driveway that clearly played a cheesy song at an extremely high level. The person in the drivers seat was wearing a typical fur-hat, but in contradiction to the sound of music playing on the radio, he had a very serious expression on his face.
When I opened the small door of the yurta, two big men dressed in black were talking to the man of the house, the woman was seated on some pillows on the floor looking very deprived. I accompanied her and instantly regretted it. With a big air the guy threw me some words and my hosts replied for me. She told me they wanted to shut down the yurta.
Another move of the villagers to scare them away.
These people only have good intentions, but the narrow minded people living in the small settlement were not open for any changes at all.

I needed to get out of there, but making the step seemed like quantum physics.

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Back in my own house, I was fighting between comfort zones. I have never packed my bag this much against my will and with the same fear as leaving for the first time. It was like history repeated itself, because the sound of snow cracking under my feet felt like home now.

To summarize my stay, it was not at all what I had expected. Which is positive.

I have renovated their homes and my voice was heard.

The cold penetrating my sleeping bag in the morning sounded better than an alarm clock.

Being outside felt like knives cutting repetitively in my face, but it cleaned my mind and polished my soul.

In an eye blink I was back in the city of Novosibirsk, like nothing of all this ever happened.

The food is versatile, the toilets are close and the seats are comfortable, there is running water and internet allowing me to connect with friends and family.


I am so grateful that Russia is situated between Europe and Asia, because whilst I only saw this gigantic country as a gateway to Asia, it is becoming more and more clear that I have started with the end.