Beaten but NOT Broken

It is your reaction to adversity, not the adversity itself, that determines how your life’s story will develop.

July 25, 2011
Omskaya Oblast, Russia

10:00 PM

It has been a productive afternoon. I’ve been sitting in the same spot the entire afternoon trying to finish my monthly report due the next day. It has to be in my boss’ mailbox before Doha office opens. Thank God for the 5-hour difference between Omsk and Doha. I am now down to my last seven days in Omsk before heading back to Qatar. I’m done with my internship and back to corporate slavery whether I am ready or not. Note to self: Get your souvenir shopping done and start packing.

My friend Nikki will be celebrating her birthday tomorrow. I just sent her a photo of myself with a sign “Happy Birthday Neeks” with a wide, toothy smile. Shameless selfie. It was one of those typical photos but little did I know that this particular photo will eventually be memorable. The last photo I had with a relatively straight smile (sans the screws).

The last photo where my teeth were properly aligned and I was screw-less.

The lights were out and Yura is sleeping. Misha went out of his room and asked if I am up for a walk. Like most nights that I have been staying with my host family, we kill time having a long walk around the city. It is summer and the sun is just about to set at 10. I know I will miss the cool Siberian breeze so I thought, why not. Probably last few “walks” around the city that I am getting more familiar with.

10:25 PM

We decided to go out and walk. Galaktika, the movie just across the street, is still open and the neon signage is now lit. The night is still young. Misha and I were talking about how his day at work was and how the feeling of anxiety is creeping in as I have to go back to Doha. My entire stay in Russia has been memorable and the people that I met were amazing. I guess I spoke too soon and jinxed it.

My host family’s apartment right across Galaktika Cinema (Omsk, Russia) (Image from Google Maps)

We stopped by a convenience store and grabbed a bottle of beer and string cheese. I’ve grown fond of Baltika. I’ve tried almost every variant and my go-to now is Baltika 3. We sat by the park and carried on talking.

Galaktika Cinema (Image from Google Maps)

1:30 AM

The sun has finally set right before midnight and darkness filled in. Street lights are now brightly illuminating the sidewalks. That is our cue that it is now time to walk home. Misha has to work in the morning.

2:15 AM

The streets are getting empty as we walk the same path. We passed by the park where old Soviet tanks were on display and saw a group of kids looking at us and approaching our way. They’re actually not kids, I stand corrected. Probably teens or in the early twenties. I saw 6 guys, 2 ladies, and a dog all walking towards our direction.

Tank T-34 Park. Somewhere here, the unfortunate mishap happened. (Image from Google Maps)

“Who are you? Where are you from?” one guy asked. In my broken Russian, I introduced myself and said that I am from the Philippines. I even shared that I was in the city doing volunteer job. I’ve been asked over and over by the locals during my stay and all along, I thought this is just one of those street encounters. Misha started talking to them in Russian and my poor grasp of the language barely understands what is going on. Another guy hugged me and murmured something on my ear while Misha asked me to go on and keep walking.

But before I even reach an arm-length distance, another guy tapped my back and as I turned my head, I saw his fist towards my face. A jab. A big blow I didn’t saw coming. I lost my balance and fell on the ground. Things are happening so fast that the next thing I know, I saw all eight of them hitting me aimlessly. I can feel someone hitting my head, kicking my sides, my mouth. I lost count how many but it went on for a good couple of minutes. My teeth felt loose as my wire fell off the ground. I was holding my phone and wallet as I try to cover my head fearing that I might have a concussion with all the hits and blows I am getting.

Still in my bad Russian, I was yelling for help and asking for them to stop. By standers were looking from afar as if they were watching an action flick. The only difference is that, no director will shout: Cut! The scene will continue as if it is an epic saga. No one bothered to stop our attackers. No one bothered to help.

2:30 AM

I found myself bleeding so bad while I was running as fast as I could. It was one of those moments that I could say I am literally running for my life. I still have my wallet and phone with me. It wasn’t an attempt for robbery. But why did do that? Was it because I am a foreigner? An Asian? A brown-skinned dude walking on the street? I stopped thinking what could be the reason why they did such horrible thing. All I can remember is that Misha tried to push them while they were attacking me and shouted “Run Gerald!” on top of his lungs. And so I did.

It might be pure adrenaline rush that I was able to run quick and I didn’t feel any pain. I didn’t know how bad my condition was until I reached home.

3:00 AM

We reached home and Misha called an ambulance. I am still clueless how bad the damage was and even refused to call for help. “I am fine” I said. That’s what I thought. I just need some ice to aid the swelling (like how they do in the movies) but to my surprise, there was no ice. It hit me that I was in Russia and by default, it is usually cold so ice is not a common sight. I raided the fridge and resorted to having the ice cold bottles of vodka to soothe my swollen face.

I went to wash my face and only then I saw how bad it was. My left cheek is crushed and deformed. My front teeth were off. I started reciting the alphabet and letter by letter, my pronunciation is getting worse. I cannot sound it off properly. I could lose my job! But before I can think further, the ambulance came and I was rushed to the hospital.

4:20 AM

I found myself in an ambulance with Misha and when we reached the hospital. I can’t remember the name of the hospital but it was quite a ride from our house. I was asked to go for X-ray immediately. It was then whenI realized that it was not just a random attack. It could have been fatal. For no reasons, they hit me so bad that my left cheek needed an immediate operation and my teeth need to be “planted.” I am thankful there was no concussion.

As if the mishap was not enough, I suddenly remembered the fact that I flew in without a travel insurance since my visa came in late and flight was booked last minute. And since I was on my last week, my cash is running low and just enough for the rest of my remaining days. Undergoing a reconstructive surgery would surely cost an arm and a leg and the last thing that any backpacker would want is to have such blow on your finances.

But I was left with no choice, I cannot wait for an entire week with broken cheeks and teeth dangling. They refused my suggestion to have my surgery in Doha when I get back. An operating room was booked for me by 10 AM. I have to go for surgery that same day. While we wait for my schedule, they asked us to go to the police station and report the incident.

7:00 AM

The station was quiet when we arrived. The day is just about to start while on the other hand, I have been quite a long, awful night. The police officer was busy making coffee.He took his time finishing his breakfast than immediately attending a bleeding, beaten-up Asian. It was a long, staggering process of trying to recall every single detail of what had happened. He was writing down on a piece of paper all that I have been narrating while Misha was translating it into Russian.

It took a good two hours for us to get it done and have our separate complaints filed. They said they will call me once they get any lead about my attackers. I wasn’t hoping for anything because all I know is that I will be leaving in a week. It won’t make that much of a difference.

10:00 AM

We reached the hospital by 9 and I am famished. I was still wearing the same shirt from last night and I haven’t eaten anything substantial. The empty calories from the beer and cheese is all that fuels me until now. Soon, they have prepped me for my operation. Misha was still with me explaining the procedure and how much would it cost me. Apparently, the doctors have agreed to do the operation pro-bono and I will only be paying for the anesthesia and other medication.

Nobody was speaking in English and it was a huge struggle. I had myriad of questions but I cannot raise them. Pain is striking every time I open my mouth and move my jaw. I decided to keep it shut. Misha wasn’t allowed to join me in the operating room. He has to wait outside. Realizing that I am in a foreign land, without my family and no one can understand me, my spirit has sunk rock bottom. I was trying to ask if they will need to shave my hair off but nobody bothered answering. As I try to point my hair with my fingers, a nurse grabbed my arm and injected the anesthesia.

That was my last memory before I passed out and everything went pitch black.

The next thing I know, I was already in the recovery room. Misha, Yura (his twin brother), Vika, Andrey, and Anton were all there waiting for me to wake up. In that instance, they were not strangers to me but my family. They looked after me—an estranged Asian intern.

12 Hours

Twelve life-altering hours of my life which has greatly shaped me into the person I am today.

From then on, I have to wear metal screws on my cheeks as my cheek bones were crushed. Teeth have been planted back and several screws and even more wires are holding them into place.

My left cheek is now connected by metal plates/rings.

It dawned me that my plan of reapplying for Qatar Airways position (slated September) will have to be on hold indefinitely. My teeth are far from meeting the required alignment. I’ve been preparing for it the past year and my bracket treatment was about to finish that month. And then this happened.

My teeth were planted back and screwed for months on top of my metal braces.

I have to bear in mind that I have to bring my medical certificate every time I travel because I am occasionally beeping at the metal detectors.

I have kept a dozen copies of my medical certificate for airport officials (in case needed).

Hassle. But I can’t even sulk because I all I can think of is how thankful I am to survive such attack and still be alive.

My surgeon after surgery. Note: I am not smiling. My mouth was so sore, I can’t close it.

You Lose Some. You Gain MORE.

Looking back, I might have lost valuable opportunities due to the mishap and it might have cost me an arm and a leg having further treatments after I went back to Doha but up to this day, I could not find a room for regret.

While most people that I have shared my story with will tell me how sorry they were for what had happened, I cannot (and would) not feel sorry for my own self. In fact, I am thankful that it happened because I gained more than what I lost.

I wouldn’t be the same person if that incident didn’t happen. It taught me that life is indeed short and I am living on a borrowed time. Every single day is important as it might be my last. Accidents do happen and mine happened quite bad and unexpected. But it taught me to value every moment and make the most out of it.

I became a more responsible traveler and even more adventurous. Such situations shouldn’t hinder anyone from exploring more places. The world is dangerous on its own. One should be vigilant and responsible for oneself.

It has been 6 years and the memories are still vivid. I hope to keep them as fresh for as long as I could because I would always look back to it with a happy heart. Life has taught me a valuable lesson throughout this whole experience. God spared me from a possible death to live the life He has planned for me and to tell this story.

We all have stories to tell and each one needs to be heard. Things unfold as they are meant to be. Good or bad, there is always a lesson to be learned.

There is always beauty in adversity.

A good friend would always remind me “Bend but don’t break.” Well, I guess I just did that. I might be beaten up, but my spirit and adventurous self remained intact and never be broken.

Have you faced any adversity while traveling? I would love to hear them.



  1. July 26, 2017 / 1:22 am

    Appreciate your positive approach to the situation. I guess some others would’ve left travel after such an incident and spread negativity against the whole country.
    Did u ever manage to find out the reason of attack? Were your attackers ‘Skinheads’?
    There had been similar incidents while i was studying in Ukraine that happened to two of my friends.
    Anyhow, it’s all a part of the lesson that the Almighty wants us to learn, so that we too can emerge just as a Phoenix.

    • July 26, 2017 / 7:11 am

      Hello Mila. Thanks for taking the time to read my entry. I can’t remember if the police was able to answer why they did what they did. Yes, they’re “Skinheads” apparently. I didn’t know a thing about them until this incident happened.

  2. July 27, 2017 / 9:42 am

    Wow that left me speechless. You are so brave for having the courage to publish your story. And yes, everyday we must be grateful that things didn’t turn out for the worst and for the lessons we learn in times like these.
    I too have experienced a lot of unfortunate events while traveling, although not as worse as you. Mostly sexual harassment, with the “worse” of it I’m not yet ready to post.
    And I always admire people, who keep on despite experiencing these things. For it is how we respond to adversity that shapes us. And yes, we only got one life. Cliche as it may sound, but the truth nonetheless. Sending you virtual hugs and positive vibes! xx

    • August 1, 2017 / 4:00 pm

      I live to tell the tale. Otherwise, I will defeat the purpose why I am still here after such horrible thing. Thanks for reading and I look forward to hear more of your travel stories too.



  3. August 1, 2017 / 2:25 pm

    Oh my goodness, I was on the edge of my seat reading that! I can’t believe what you went through, but thank goodness you’re still alive to tell the tale. I’m impressed that you’ve taken something positive from this ordeal too.

    Polly xx

    • August 1, 2017 / 3:58 pm

      I am not even sure if this counts as a Travel Fear for this month’s link up? I learned the importance of Travel Insurance the hard way.

      The cliché would always say: Things happen for a reason and it took me a a while to find that reason and stopped asking WHY. I guess it is a reminder for everyone that Life in general always gives us two options. I always choose to stay on the positive side and keep the optimism to keep me going. Your blog is on point: ALWAYS Follow your sunshine.


  4. August 5, 2017 / 12:26 pm

    Your positivity after such a horrific attack (and such injuries) is surprising and inspiring. I cannot even imagine the fear, the pain and the frustration at lost opportunities. I guess you and Misha must be like brothers now. Glad you have found a positive way forward through life since this incident.

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