Perhaps it’s not a coincidence that my academic work is closely tied to a country with strong nomadic traditions, since I myself seem to be leading a semi-nomadic existence. When I was a kid, the end of the school year meant leaving for my grandparents’, or moving to Poland, or moving from Poland. In high school and college, it meant packing up my dorm room and moving out for three months. After college, my two suitcases and I migrated to Paris. And now in grad school I still nomadize for the summer, leaving for Moscow, for Poland, or for Kazakhstan.