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    Born October 24, 1972, Munci is aparently still alive.
    ...When he dies, you won't see any updates of his hollow for a substantial period of time, and spider webs are going to be everywhere.
    ...When he dies, on his tumbstone you'll see written down: Ukrainian born, native Russian speaker, Hungarian nationality, German ancestors, poor munci is currently a decomposing corpse in American soil.
    ...When he dies... What am I talking about? - I'm in too great a shape to talk on mortal matters! My life is still ahead, and there's a lot more excitement to come.

    BUT SERIOUS:

    The birhtday is right. And I am 24. Twenty four years ago I was born in a nice quiet town, Uzhgorod, in the USSR. My first memory of myself goes to the time when I was four, I was standing in front of this dial of a big play clock, trying to convince my mother that I am five.

    After that, things have started to build up little by little. In 1979 I started my career being a student, and I remain in this field since then almost uninterrupted: there was only one half-year break over these past 18 years! Secondary School No3 in Uzhgorod gave me my first tools for thinking and expressing myself. Meanwhile, my mom was teaching me hard lessons of being honest and responsible. She also raised quiet a non-conformist in me: what society does, she hinted, is not necessarily right.

    Eight years of School No3 seemed enough at that moment, and in 1987 I left home to finish my secondary education and to get a physician assistant (feldsher) degree in a provincial town Beregovo. As one might suspect, medicine was not the only field I was emersed in while spending weekdays away from home. Uninhibited by parentless surroundings, I have learned most of the skills of an adult life. I got the degree, as well. With honors, by the way.

    In 1991 I was one foot in the army, and it was my luck that I was not commited then to spending two years doing nothing but wasting my time and life. A big role in it played my acceptance to the Uzhgorod State University School of Medicine. Next three years had proven me that what I started in Beregovo was a right choice for me. I loved studying the ways human body functions, malfuncitons, and restores its functions. I knew that this was what I wanted to do.

    Things were changing their shapes at that time: the USSR no longer existed, cash started to look weird, Russian was repressed by Ukrainian... They even removed the monument to V. I. Lenin on the "Times Square" in Uzhgorod! Things were falling apart in Ukraine, at least according to my definition of order. Long cherished in my family the "Go West" motto finally appeared more real. In 1994 I have joined my parents and my sister in the United States of America.

    The earlier mentioned half-year break in my school happened at this time: I left my med. school in Uzhgorod in hopes of continuing my education in the US. Seven motnhs later I had found myself in a college not far from Atlanta. I was happy to be back in school, any idea about my educational future sounded great. Nursing - allright, I'll do it! Pre-med also great, gives me a hope to be in medical school again. Why not both? That's what's happening...

    My old page on Netcom is here.

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