Well, nothing so interesting was happening. We (Viktor and me) settled down, got used to living together and our life was quite normal. We kind of realized that this living together was not just a fling but it got more serious :) Those three months were filled with fights with the cockroaches and with our always broken washing machine. We also locked ourselves out of the apartment one morning (the day before Viktor broke one of the keys to our double doors) and had to wait to the evening until the landlord came and broke the door – we could have done that, too. We stopped travelling around, because it was urgent to start to take my diploma thesis seriously. Even though I was freaked out when I found out that the deadline for my diploma is, I managed to finish it more than a week before (I am so good!:) We went for one memorable trip just before Viktor left - to Basarbovo Monastery. It was a nice place definitely worth visiting but prefer spring or summer to winter (when the place is totally empty). What I remember the most from that trip is how hot it was on the train. Just perfect for getting stuck to the leather seats. After the trip, we both got sick, so our last days together weren’t as romantic as expected.
Things at school remained quite same. Kids were sometimes nice and interested and sometimes they were just driving me crazy. I really enjoyed teaching Czech because it taught me how complex my mother tongue is. I managed to teach two (out of three) students of latin letters class how to write English letters and also some vocabulary. This was really satisfying. A month before leaving Bulgaria, I just got so excited about going home, not only because of the comfort I have there, but also because I was a bit tired of fighting with the kids...The last five days before my departure were dedicated to my dad. He came to Bulgaria to help me to move out and to do some sightseeing. When he was getting off the train, it was totally clear that he fits in considering his appearance and clothing. After he stepped into my apartment, his first comment was that the apartment has its potential (unfortunately my landlords didn’t see it).
It was definitely challenging to spend 5 days in a row in the presence of my dad. Travelling around Bulgaria with him showed me how my brother resembles to his father. I learnt about my father’s childhood, about the time when he and my mum were young, about Communism, etc.
People sometimes wonder why I went to Bulgaria (and many look down at me), because usually the desire is to go to the West, not to the East. I think many of them think I am crazy or silly. As far as I am concerned, I am honestly glad I was offered to go to Bulgaria (and not to Spain or Norway), because I learnt a lot about not judging people, about poverty, about how lucky I am because I wasn’t born there. Thanks to Bulgaria I met a boy and thanks to him, I’m moving to Tallinn to find a job there and live my dream with him. Let’s see what will happen next :-)
sharing Czech Christmas traditions :)
celebrating my birthday
with my dad
Bulgarian traditions
Russian traditions /borsh and vodka/
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