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April 13, 2026

The Illusion of Understanding

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The Situation At the beginning of all this there is a very simple fact, and it has nothing to do with any theories. Your child does not respond. You call their name, you repeat it, you try to attract their attention in different ways — but the desired, almost dreamed-of response…

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October 02, 2025

On the Dialectics of Dialects

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I was nine years old when I first realised that what I was speaking wasn’t simply the Bulgarian language, but something stranger, labelled by the incomprehensible word dialect. I was visiting my cousins in the romantic little town of Kavarna (“romantic” means nothing more here…

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June 02, 2025

The She-Angel

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„Hello,“ said someone behind him, and he nearly slipped off the seat of the worn, spinning chair – his faithful comrade in the endless battle with words. He turned slowly, cursing the pain in his neck that no longer allowed faster movements. The blurred figure across from him…

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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…