#193 11:11, Pt.1 Awakening (2021)


Lyrics
Just be quiet it’s eleven now
Sometimes the universe has a message for you
Enjoy your new life
Eleven
Eleven
Eleven
Eleven
Eleven
Eleven
Eleven
Eleven
Eleven
Close your eyes if you wanna see
Sometimes we need to listen to our souls
Become invisible
Open minded to try to understand
The most important things in this world
Are invisible
Invisible
Eleven
Eleven
Eleven
Eleven
Eleven
Eleven
Eleven
Eleven
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh
Don’t make a sound
Just believe you can fly now
Close your eyes
What you see?
You can fly
Can’t you believe?
Sometimes you need to listen to your soul
Invisible
Just be quiet
Try to hear
Realize
You can feel
The most important things in this world
Are invisible
Be quiet it’s 11:11
Invisible
Eleven
Eleven
а теперь наслаждайся своей новой жизнью
Eleven
Eleven
Eleven
Enjoy your new life
It’s a given for you
Eleven
I have a dream that one day
Мечта, чтобы у каждого ребёнка была возможность заняться большим искусством абсолютно в любой точки нашей планеты
The Secret and Inspiration
Nikolai was born and raised in Moscow, a city of contrasts, where the grand architecture of Orthodox cathedrals coexisted with the cold, gray Soviet blocks. Since he was a child, he demonstrated a talent for the arts, filling entire notebooks with drawings that portrayed both the beauty and melancholy of his city. He grew up among the imposing buildings of Red Square and the graffitied alleys of the Arbat district, absorbing Russian culture in all its complexity.
However, his childhood changed drastically with his parents' divorce. The separation brought chaos and loneliness, and Nicolai, still a teenager, found refuge on the streets. Anger and resentment pushed him into bad company, leading him to engage in petty crimes. At age 17, he was arrested for vandalism after being caught spray-painting a wall with a provocative anti-government mural. He spent months in a juvenile detention center, where he learned that the system was not forgiving of rebels.
After leaving prison, his hatred for the authorities only grew. Amidst the revolt, he decided to use his art for something more lasting: tattoos. He learned to tattoo in clandestine studios, where the artists were as marginal as he was. His strong features and skill with shadows quickly earned him fame among Moscow's underworld. It was at this time that he met Alina, a free-spirited Ukrainian woman who moved in the same alternative circles as he did. She became his muse, and Nikolai carved his name into her skin before fate tore them apart.
Moscow was a city marked by the scars of the Cold War. Distrust, repression and nostalgia for a lost era still hung in the air. The young people of his generation carried an invisible weight, inherited from their parents and grandparents, a constant struggle between tradition and modernity. When he received the military draft to fight in a war he didn't choose, Nikolai knew he couldn't give in. He would no longer be a pawn in the government's game. The only way out was to run away.
His destination was Hong Kong, where an old friend, Wei, welcomed him. In the city of neon lights and narrow alleys filled with noodle steam, Nikolai found refuge. He worked as a tattoo artist in a small studio tucked away in the Mong Kok district, where his art began to incorporate elements of Chinese culture. But the Russian government still hunted him. When he learned they were after him, he set off again, this time to Bali.
In Bali, he found something he didn't expect: peace. The vibrant streets of Ubud, the smell of incense in the temples and the hospitality of the locals made him feel like, for the first time in a long time, he could breathe. It was there that he met Pedro, a Brazilian with a restless soul and an incessant search for meaning. Pedro walked into his studio and asked for a tattoo on his leg with the number 11:11.
Curious, Nikolai wanted to understand the meaning. Peter explained that 11:11 was a portal, a call from the universe to awaken consciousness. A symbol of synchronicity, predestined encounters and paths that cross for reasons that only time can reveal. Nikolai had never thought of life that way. For him, everything up until then had been escape, survival. But hearing Pedro talk about destiny and connections made him question his own journey.
During the tattoo, Nikolai shared some memories of his teenage years in Moscow. He remembered the long, cold nights spent wandering the snow-covered streets, the smell of shashlik grilling at roadside stalls, the hot, spicy taste of borsch served in Soviet apartment kitchens. He remembered afternoons spent in hidden cafes, where he and his friends debated art and politics in the yellow light, while drinking tea with lemon and nibbling on stuffed pirozhki. He remembered the protests he had witnessed, the police sirens echoing in the squares, the whispered stories about the KGB's past. Moscow was harsh, cold and unforgiving, but it was also his roots. And no matter how far he had run, a part of him would always be tied to that city that shaped who he was. It was 7 hours of a lot of discussion, lots of laughter and reflection until the tattoo was completed.
The exchange between the two artists was profound. Pedro showed him that art was not just a refuge, but a bridge between souls. Nikolai, in turn, taught Pedro the intensity of permanent marks, both on the skin and in life. Each one carried their scars, visible and invisible, and their stories intertwined like ink on skin.
After finishing the tattoo, Nikolai looked at Pedro and realized that perhaps his escape was not just an escape. Perhaps fate had taken him there to find new perspectives, to transform his revolt into something greater. Their meeting proved that, no matter how different their origins were, art united them in an inexplicable way.
Final Reflection
Life, like the tattoo, was a permanent mark. And, as uncertain as fate seemed, some connections were destined to happen. 11:11 was not just a number, but a reminder that even on the most unexpected paths, there would always be encounters capable of changing everything.
In the end, Nikolai realized that he was not just a fugitive, but a traveler in search of meaning. Every city he passed through left a mark on him, and every person he met shaped a new trait of his soul. His past in Moscow was still a lingering shadow, but now he saw that he could use it as fuel for his art, not as a burden. Life has taught him that running away doesn't always mean getting lost — sometimes, it's the only way to find yourself.
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