between abstinence and alcoholism (a tale of love)

There are people who find drinking delightful. I’ve seen them mainly in films although the average Bulgarian who lives in a village and drinks every day without getting drunk can easily fit into this category of people. The only condition is for them to really love the liquid in their glass. In films those are usually…

Demotivational letter (or why you should never hire me)

I’m looking for a job. I’m almost 26, I speak Bulgarian fluently, English – almost fluently, Czech – well enough to talk about my daily life and Russian – comprehensively enough to be able to get the Moscow metro in the right direction and to buy myself an ice cream. I need the job you’ll potentially…

coffee, books and the meaning of life

No, coffee and books can’t be the meaning of life although a million Tumblr pictures are stubbornly trying to refute me. They, generally speaking, are two things I really love, I can do without but don’t want to and, finally, they’re not always nice. In fact, for about a month now I’ve been drinking coffee that’s…

ephemeral habitats

Not accidentally, this is the name of a not so well carried out but nonetheless carried out mini project of mine, inspired by the flat Ksenia used to inhabit in Celle as well as by her comment that it wasn’t her home. I’m not like her in this respect. I remember Rumi telling me once that…

Love, humility, sunlet

* I am going to do something really bold here and that is adjusting English vocabulary to my own taste. This post is about the lyrics of a song that plays a lot with Czech diminutives. There is no other way I can think of which English uses to express such diminutives other than the…