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April 27, 2026

Russia as the Hidden Axis of Bulgarian Political Life

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When a Domestic Crisis Becomes a Geopolitical Question The protests of 2013 did not begin as a geopolitical event. They began with a decision that, on its face, had nothing to do with foreign policy: the appointment of Delyan Peevski as head of the State Agency for National…

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June 09, 2025

Confessions of a Repentant Gamer

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I wrote this piece back in 2009, in the aftermath of what I can only describe as a silent collapse — the kind that happens not with drama or disaster, but with quiet, daily erosion. At the time, I was a middle-aged father, freshly separated, living abroad, and raising two…

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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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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…