When I was three years old, mom frankly said, that I came from the tummy. And I'm completely serious, trying to deeply understand, cried out loudly: "I understand, what's out of the tummy. But how did I get there??!!". Under the laughter, accidentally caught by, guys, mum, blushing terribly, never found, what should I answer.
I suppose, it was at that moment that the desire to understand “who I am and where I came from?". 'Cause I remembered myself long before birth! This desire guided me with a beacon all subsequent years. To myself.
It seemed to me small, that adults should know everything. They are big. But they answered my question: “You are Oksana”.
And when they squeeze me into the narrow openings of the names, I want to break into the air, take a deep breath and breathe greedily.
Name – this is my very first name. I like it, but it is a convention.
In family, at school, in institutes, at work, in society I was given different names. I respect them all.
But, finally finding myself, to the question "who are you?"I prefer to answer" I don’t know ". For only in him is freedom. Air. Breath. Uncertainty. And life!