I grew up in Ukraine. My parents worked a lot, often far from home, to take care of us. At home, our language, books and culture were a natural part of everyday life. Not something you learn by Friday for a test, but something you live with. I still love literature because of that.
At school I was everywhere at once, sometimes a little too much. First a photography club, where I even won a couple of city competitions. Then, through the same teacher, a radio electronics club at another school, and I got so into it that I almost forgot about the camera. We soldered circuits, etched boards and built power supplies from schematics in old technical magazines.
One day we found a broken Commodore 64 there and fixed it. That's where I wrote my first lines of code, in BASIC. The computer belonged to everyone, like an old black-and-white TV in a common room, and nobody ever argued about it. We were all just happy that it worked.
My favourite subject was physics, and it still is. Later I fell in love with history too, reading different sources on my own and comparing them. It taught me that there are always two sides to every story. And in between all that there was karate, tennis, and later table tennis, which stayed with me.
