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December 30, 2025

The Generation Without a Past: Why Bulgaria Fails to Break…

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In Bulgaria’s public sphere, a curious and at first glance unexpected conviction has begun to circulate: that the youngest generation – those born after the end of the transition, now in their early twenties – may carry within itself something long absent from the country. Not…

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June 06, 2025

An Emigrant’s Story

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Hello friends, I’m starting something here that feels a bit questionable – but then again, why not? During the night I was haunted by a flurry of vague dreams where old and new memories blurred together. So by morning, the only clear thing was that I wanted to write – and not…

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May 25, 2025

The Kiss

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I am the happiest man in the world. I know I’m talking nonsense – but I don’t care, not as long as my Eva is beside me. I’ve got the most wonderful woman, earned her with sweat and hardship, so don’t tell me to knock on wood. When a man has been through stories like mine, he…

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June 01, 2025

Firecurl in the Ghost Forest – Excerpt

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Somewhere towards the end of town, in a small cottage surrounded by a spacious garden, lived the red-haired Anne with her mother. Her father, whom she visited from time to time in a distant town, had left the house long ago – so long ago that she could no longer remember it…