Night under the stars The last night came. My last day was not a working day, but I had to stay because the bus was leaving the next day. Iveto had left and I brought my suitcases back to Venera and company. Dora was genuinely worried about where I would sleep, they tried to remove the mattress from one of the beds to the ground, but there was no way ...
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Kicked out The money I left with ran out a long time ago. The small advance they gave me was also running out. According to the contract, I was supposed to receive my salary for July by mid-August. I called Iveto and asked her for a 50 euro loan. She was returning to Bulgaria with her boyfriend around the time I was going to leave. The days were …
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The Sabotage In Padua I had a second cousin. Iveto. Like me, she graduated from the Russian School in Varna with Italian, she studied here at the university and lived in a neighborhood in the city with her boyfriend, in a small, neat apartment. She worked part-time, in the summer she sold ice cream near my apartment. When I was walking during the day, I often stopped by to see her and eat...
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I'm going to Padova. Venera and Ani were at the apartment when Milena and I arrived. They helped me with my suitcases, but the atmosphere was somewhat tense. The apartment was in the historic center of the city, an 8-minute walk from the sites. And we would walk and come home together, even if it was still the middle of the night. What a blessing! The streets and buildings were …
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Moroccan honor In the evening I told my colleagues. Quite unexpectedly I received sympathy, one Anelia even called the Rat and insisted that I move in with them or give me a bike. He refused again. The boys were outraged, especially the Moroccan. That night the boys finished their homework half an hour earlier than us. Mohammed, that was the name of my Moroccan …
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The Pursuit The next two days went by normally. Sleeping until noon, eating enough to keep me from starving because I simply didn't feel like eating because of the heat, doing odd jobs, walking through the cemetery, showering and in bed. One day I went for a walk. I took a street behind the park and walked up the hill. The houses were nice, identical, colorful, with neat little yards...
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I got lost The next morning I got up in the late morning. The sticky, humid heat was still crushing me. I went out for a walk and to buy something to eat. And I found that the small shops were either closed in the afternoon or had a 2-3 hour lunch break. I bought some tomatoes, cheese, bread… but I didn’t feel like eating…
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I'm going abroad In the summer of 2012, I was unemployed. I was giving Italian lessons to a woman via Skype. In the meantime, I found out that she had a company that was recruiting cleaning staff in Italy. I was tempted. After years behind a desk, I needed a break for my brain and work related to movement. I was lucky that …
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"Once upon a time - customs and worldview of the Bulgarians" This is a personal, author's Oracle, created on the basis of symbols, images, creatures and objects from Bulgarian folklore and mythology. There are 52 cards in total, divided into a total of 7 sections. I made it because we are filled with foreign mysticism (not bad), but in our country there is so much symbolism, …
We all have dreams. And each of us believes that we are special, that we have some gifts. That we can leave a mark and make the world a better place. And often these dreams die. Overshadowed by disappointments, by the routine of everyday life, at some point we don't even try to make them come true. We become insecure...
