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I was the product of a deserting Soviet soldier and a Dutch trapese artist studying in the Orient. They met in the Dornod province of Mongolia, in the eastern part of the nation, whilst it was under Soviet control in the early 1980s. My father was enlisted in the service of the Soviet state at the time and my mother was under the tutelage of a certain 'Barbette the Enigma', a once-famous trapese artist who was visiting Mongolia for her asthma on the suggestion of her doctor.

When the Soviets appointed Jambyn Batmonh to the head of the Mongolian nation in 1984, my parents packed me up, along with their few posessions (a small cedar musicbox with Cufic carvings, an unusual magnet that could attract gold, and a small Polish chemistry set dating back to the 1920s) and left for America. As a Soviet deserter, my father was given amnesty the moment he arrived in San Francisco on a cargo liner. The captain of that cargo liner, a frail Japanese man named Lao Yun, became my godfather and close mentor for the next several years.

Upon arrival in San Francisco, my father took a job in a slaughterhouse in Chinatown (thanks to Yun's connections) and my mother took up trapese artistry once again, this time in a nude bar located in Sacramento which was mostly frequented by homosexual men. We lived with Yun's aunt, a well-off daughter of a successful Japanese mobster. In the household, I was formally trained in yangtzu, a middle-Japanese fighting style much like jiujitsu. Yun's aunt also took it upon herself to teach me about the seminal Eastern philosophers and proper manners, mainly in Japanese, while my parents were working.

In 1989, three years after the birth of my brother, the CIA seized the majority of the Yun family's property, linking it with illegal mob activity from 1953 through 1984. Lao Yun and his aunt were evicted, their property sold off, and we were forced to find a new home. The CIA shakedown also resulted in the shutdown of the slaughterhouse my father worked at, which was trafficking opium on top of processing tuna and dog. We left for New Mexico, where the land was cheap, and my father took up dirt farming alfalfa hay and corn silage. I was enrolled in kindergarten in a small town a few miles north of our farm.

Fast forward a few years and I'm now a graduate student at the University of New Mexico, studying philosophy (I'm largely focused on Continental philosophy, especially contemporary stuff, but I have been known to associate with some dirty analytics as well).

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