Эта англоязычная зарисовка возникла неделю назад, 16 ноября, в одной из софийских кофеен, и дополняет более раннюю заметку на сходную тему, которую опубликую следующим постом.
Bulgaria
teaches me empathy. What is it like, definitely not to be the center of the
world, and still manage to be self-sufficient and creative? What is it like, to
be a 56-year old overweight red-skinned Bulgarian guy under 165 cm, coming from
the a small town called Russe, at the same travelling all over Bulgaria to
visit kizomba, salsa and bachata workshops, to do pranayama and wander along the whole of the Bulgarian
sea-cost riding bike together with his 23-year-old-son? I met a person like
that as we participated together in a two-day kizomba workshop taught by a
Portuguese in one of the numerous Sofia malls; we rode tram together; we spoke
Russian; he kept repeating that he loves me – just like that.
