My name is Liza. I am a student and my study programme is "Applied Biotechnology". I am confident that genuine love is one of the most magnificent biochemical creations of our nature. I am convinced that the only shelter for a human is his or her own mind and nothing else can harbour him or her from this ruthless world. And I want to believe that once, on a wonderful day, somebody, who is similar to humans, is going to contact us from another galaxy and we will have a possibility to interpret these messages correctly.
I like weirdness in people and my close friends are books. Everything depends on my mood that is taken under control of Pink Floyd, Moby Grape, Depeche Mode, Aretha Franklin, Shpongle, Younger Brother, Led Zeppelin, Pearl Jam, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, and Angelo Badalamenti.
I admire people who can draw. And I like to attach drawings on the walls in my room. So, if you want to raise my mood, you can send your drawing:3 Anyway, it is an outstanding feeling when somebody gives you away his or her idea. At least for me.
What concerns postcards... Every postcard for me is outstanding in its own way. But certain of them bring me particular pleasure. For instance:
- Pink Floyd and Shpongle;
- Twin Peaks;
- psychedelic art;
- postcards with images of remarkable scientists, writers, composers, poets and painters;
- aircraft and ships;
- polar regions and auroras (they look unbelievable);
- postcards with orchid mantis
- fairy-tale motives;
- Portrait painting, Landscape art, Marine art, Neo-Impressionism,
Post-Impressionism and Surrealism;
- cinematography of the Soviet Union;
- the world ocean, volcanoes and pyramidal peaks;
- the mediterranean and tropical rainforests;
Also I have a tiny favour: write me something. You can write me about everything you like. Also you can write something in your mother tongue and translate it. Beforehand thank you.
P. S. (take one) Sometimes I'm in great need of alteration of surrounding atmosphere. Therefore, if I don't register your postcard at the right moment, I apologise to you. It means that I have left my home. I will certainly register your postcard, please, don't worry about it.
P. S. (take two) In fact, postcrossing means for me something more than merely sending and receiving postcards. It is some kind of sorcery: I have a unique opportunity for legitimate invasion to someone's being:3 I beg you not to suspect that I am beside myself. I feel a tremulous feeling, when my silent interlocutor-on-paper shares with me about his or her favourite things. It seems like all distant countries are on the flat of my hand. Nevertheless, after few weeks I "go underground" (hello, black depression!), and my account becomes inactive. For this reason, the amount of sent and received postcards is not so notable as you can expect.
"Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I".