Simple , forward answer – Because I don’t have many Bulgarian friends who follow and read my blog. Sorry.
But it’s true. Sometimes I feel that it will be better for me to write my things in Bulgarian, but then I cut the access to everyone else, and I limit this page to only Bulgarian speaking audience. Not fair in my humble opinion. So dear fellow Bulgarian friends , sorry Not Sorry. Anyway I know you all know English. Lame post I know, but I needed to get this out of my system.
Memories are so treacherous. One moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights, with poignant childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candy-floss … the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp ambiguous shapes of things you’d hoped were forgotten. Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children I suppose.
Art by Pugletto