The Pleasure of Seeing Others Brought Down “If we had no faults, we would not take so much pleasure in noticing them in others,” La Rochefoucauld writes in one of his maxims. As so often with him, the sting is hidden in a word that is easy to pass over. In this case, that word…

My father, my most beloved Bulgarian, died a long time ago, on his feet. In this way he gave his sons a final – and perhaps most important – example, but that is not what I want to talk about. My old man, Mitko Enev, died trying to reach the top of the stairs, where an ambulance…

Good evening, dear sir – would you permit me the modest pleasure of your company on this grey and rather unpleasant Berlin night? One rarely encounters countrymen here, and if one does, they usually hurry to turn into the nearest side street – most often out of embarrassment…

Beyond the ruined Ghost Park, the Ghost Forest has changed once again.