I’m thinking….

October 13, 2007

…. everything the Jews know about guilt, they learned from the Bulgarians….


I’ll Be Watching You

April 9, 2007

I saw “The Lives of Others” last night. Scary. Brutal at times. Something that could have, and probably did, easily happen in Bulgaria back then. Cool ending, too. I creid. I like foreign flicks because the actors always look human. Had this been a Hollywood movie, it would have been with Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt. Anyway, good movie. Easy to relate to-especially if you’re Eastern European.

Welcome to the EU

February 16, 2007

I just read this. Seriously, how do you justify it?

* Here’s one for the we-kid-you-not file: Bus passengers in Bulgaria’s capital are being shown soft-core porn films on giant video screens at night.

During the day, the plasma screens in the Sofia station show bus times, but the night shift now has the porn films on view.

A spokesman for the bus-station management said: “We wanted to give the passengers something to take their minds off the cold and to pass the time while waiting for a bus, and there are unlikely to be children around that time of night.”

Please tell us they also lock the public restrooms after dark.

via Tina

P.S. I tried commenting, but I’m at work, and my comments get recognized as spam….

5 For Fighting

January 11, 2007

Since lemon passed the torch, here they go… For those of you who don’t speak Bulgarian-5 things you(probably) don’t know about me:

1. When I was born my mom had named me Haдежда (Nadejda-it means hope). My grandmother Sofia got pissed so my parents ended up changing it.

2. I love the ocean, but am horrified of pool water. Oooh, freudian…

3. I love Earl Grey tea. I drink at least 3 cups a day, with lots of lemon and honey. Yum!

4. I have semi-wavy, semi-curly hair that I flat-iron into submission every morning. If I don’t, my hair ends up resembling the hot, uncontrollable mess that I myself am.

5. I had flown across the Atlantic 18 times by the time I was 7 (according to my parents’ estimates).

 There’s more, of course, but none of it all that interesting. Not that the above is all that fascinating…. You asked, anyway.

The Heart of the Matter

December 14, 2006


Калин Донков  

На чувствата в отчаяния лов,
Догдето ги преследва и тълкува,
Душата се лекува от любов.
Макар че от любов не се лекува.

И винаги изправена на съд,
Наивно брани слабото си право.
Очаква от любов да й простят.
Макар че от любов не се прощава.

В света от реализъм опростен,
Единствено контрастите избира.
И от любов умира всеки ден.
Макар че от любов не се умира.

Where The Heart Is

May 1, 2006

I was talking to someone at work about Bulgaria yesterday, and without realizing it, I called it "home". As in, "I haven't been home in four years". Realistically speaking, very little ties me to the place at this point in time, for better or worse. The most important people-my parents and sister-are here. Even though I was born in Bulgaria (and proud of it), the majority of my formative years were spent in New Jersey. Freudian Slip?

I have lost touch with most of my Bulgarian friends, and for that I only have myself to blame. I have a problem keeping in touch with people who live right next to me, let alone people on the other side of the world. My extended family is very big, and I don't know most of them anyway. The ones I do know I was never close with. One of the few people I loved and cherished passed away in February. And I couldn't go see her. Even though I really wanted to.

So what in Hell possessed me to call it "home"? Maybe I just associate the place with simpler, happier times. First BFF (обичам те, изроде). First stick-shift  lessons (eternally grateful for those, will never drive an automatic). First time to leave the country without my parents (pictures of those trips are WAY too compromising; I'd never be able to run for office). First (and only) speech therapy sessions (I stutter and I have a lisp). First BIG almost-adult love (sorry, no link for him; he's married now, anyway). And the BEST food in the World, EVER.

I have lots of bad memories, too, but more on that some other time. Some people say it has gotten better, others say it has gotten worse. It depends on your outlook, just like everything else, I guess. The place is so political, you can hardly tell sometimes. Or maybe I've just gotten used to American apathy, and any formed opinion seems political to me.

Regardless, it would be nice to feel like a kid for a bit. To be carefree for a week or two in a place that is actually familiar to me. To drive like a maniac and not obey trafic laws (oh, wait, I get to do that here). To eat whatever I feel like and not feel guyilty about it (man, they make the best pizza, ever… and chocolate). To rollerblade downtown and dodge the people walking by. To fall in love again (Bulgarian boys are cute). To get to know that huge family of mine….

Four years is a long time. So, perhaps it's time to go "home".