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November 04, 2025

The Day of the Awakeners – Culture as Rescue, Culture as…

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Every nation has its rituals of self-recognition. Some commemorate independence, others revolution, or the birth of constitutions. Bulgaria, like several of its Central and Eastern European neighbors, has chosen something more introspective — a holiday called the Day of the…

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Confessions

June 15, 2025

About That Tom, Who’s Really Called Huck

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I don’t know whether someone told me this or I read it somewhere, but tonight one of those wise-sounding phrases has been spinning around in my head – the kind of thing you’d proudly serve up at a dinner table. It goes like this: “Nothing ages you faster than fulfilled dreams.”…

Short Stories

June 15, 2025

Everything You’ve Always Wanted to Do but Were Afraid to Try

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“Hello…” Even in this most neutral of phrases, her voice somehow managed to sound drawn out and inviting – or openly seductive, depending on the interpreter’s imagination. For a moment, he considered telling her what he had just been doing five minutes ago with the thought of…

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Books

June 01, 2025

Firecurl in the Ghost Desert

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Beyond the ruined Park lies the Desert of Ghosts — a wasteland where the sun burns the ground white and the nights chill the bones.