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October 31, 2025

A Specter Is Haunting Bulgaria – the Specter of Europe

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The Buzz: A Miniature Culture War Ignited by One Post Something strange is unfolding in Bulgaria – a Facebook post has detonated a miniature culture war about Europe, national dignity, and who gets to speak for the nation. The author is Milen Ruskov – one of Bulgaria’s two…

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June 13, 2025

A User’s Guide to Failure

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I suppose many of you have heard that now-iconic Beckett quote: Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better. The fact that I’m beginning to reflect on this particular theme is, of course, no coincidence. Failure as theory and failure as reality are 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 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…