Generation 28-24

I like the North American stuff. I like drinking coffee from paper cups with platic covers and I like stir sticks. I drive an American car. I like American coffee-bakery-burger-sandwich chains in Russian environment. They make it cosier.

I am 26. My generation (28-24) is very flexible. We are the Soviet kids. When I was going to the second grade, the Union collapsed. Wind of changes started blowing every day, and it still does. We saw how the cyber space was born in Russia. Our parents bought us computers almost immediately after they appeared in the Russian market and we taught out parents how to use internet. We were technically reborn with the appearance of cell phones, bluetooth and wi-fi. We saw our parents coping with another collapse - of the Russian ruble. We were there when the happy city turned into the crying city. We were there many times.

We are flexible. We don't like the Soviet reality and Soviet features of character in our people. We like dynamics. We don't like lies and we don't like lying. We don't like idols and we are looking for the God who is alive. We hate rules and plans and no one can tell us that we are bad because our hearts are beating. It may seem that we are too airy, but we are just looking for true ourselves, true life and true relationships.

Our parents had to get used to the new world. Sometimes it seems to me that some younger people try to find the truth as though they hate themselves. There is another group of elder ones which I call a "lost generation". They were finishing school when they started living in the Russian Federation. They so much wanted to be independent and begin a new life that they created a Russian version of the so called "American dream". They were ping ponging between different alcohol drinks and different partners trying to find something real or become the rulers of the world. Our grandparents think that we are rude and harsh and doesn't know what to do in life. They do not understand that we are working hard, some of us are getting the second higher education. They worked mostly from 8 am to 5 pm, had equal salaries for similar positions, the career ladder was the same for the whole country. Don't worry, be happy.

There are times when we think that there is no power and no wish to go on. Too many changes. We feel as if we are about to crack into pieces. And no one understands. We are difficult to communicate with. We are difficult to live with. We are different.

Would be interesting to know: What do all other generations think about us?