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Essays

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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Confessions

August 09, 2025

A Brief Attempt at a Theory of Happiness

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Have I ever told you my own theory about the inverted perspective on happiness? It’s simple, and sounds eccentric only at first hearing. People my age, I suppose, are well acquainted with the empirical side of the matter, even if perhaps less inclined to generalise as generously…

Short Stories

June 20, 2025

Metamorphosis–2

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“When one morning Gregor Samsa awoke from troubled dreams…” “Wait, wait! Can’t we do something else today?” He tried not to show any signs of irritation, closed the small luxury volume — carefully tucking in the straw — and slowly lifted his eyes toward the camera. The face in…

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Books

June 05, 2025

Requiem for Nobody – Excerpt

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Köpenik, Berlin, the beginning of the new century „This isn’t you,” she said in a tremulous voice. „I don’t recognize you like this.” Regaining control, she repeated, „This isn’t you.” He flared up. „You, how do you know who I am? You think you know me so well? After a few…