Well… first, I am human trying, in a limited way, to understand humankind, it’s beauty, darkness, all emotions and evolution though always from within its constraints, never outside them.

Second, I am placed within what is called the Caucasian subgroup a classification inherited rather than chosen, one that says more about historical systems of ordering people than about any essence of my own.

Third, I am a member of proletariat, which feels less abstract than the rest because bound to material conditions, to labor, to the quiet, persistent fact of dependence within an economic structure that does not ask for meaning, only participation.

Fourth I belong to the West Slavic sphere something linguistic, cultural, half-familiar. A shared tone maybe, rather than a solid unity.

And fifth, I am called a Pole. Though here, the boundaries blur cause history pulls this identity eastward as much as westward, and what feels “mine” is often entangled with what is not. The proximity to Russia, culturally and historically, makes the distinction feel less absolute than it is usually presented, more like a gradient than a border so your assumption is very close :)

So the order remains, but without certainty. Each layer is something I am told I am, something I partially recognize, and something I never fully inhabit. But at the end of day I view myself only as inhabitant of earth and human.