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May 25, 2025

The Heat as an Embodiment of the Bulgarian Spirit

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“There are places,” Camus writes, “where reason dies so that the truth of its negation may be born.” Let me pause for a moment, dear reader, so you can register that this thought was not penned by a Bulgarian. And then let me pause once more to add that what he says could…

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June 15, 2025

On Sancho, Freedom, and the Walls Within Us

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Recently, for the umpteenth time, I watched The Wall again — Pink Floyd and Alan Parker. Only this time, unlike before, I was watching it with my son. I tried to warn him in advance not to pay attention to me: basically, the electric jolt I get every time I encounter this…

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June 13, 2025

Fear

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He was a brave bastard. He knew it – no longer needed to prove it. He’d learned the trick over the years – at first unconsciously, just by instinct, then more and more through experience. Fear is only strong when it’s behind you, when it still has a chance to strike from the…

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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…