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До България и Назад. Links to Things Bulgarian. Happy New Year / Честита Нова Година. December 31, 2016. So when Nasso saw that Spaggo was planning a New Year’s Eve celebration complete with multi-course meal and DJ, we were in. We made reservations, chose our courses from the prix-fixe menu, and told the children they definitely were staying up past midnight (naps for all being the requirement). Честита Нова Година. За много години! View all 7 comments. April 19, 2016. Rumen preferred the first kind&#46...

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Mel Candea – Moments from Mork

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An international traveler and online writer who happens to think that new writers deserve as much help as possible. It's my version of Italy's 'suspended coffee.'. April 25, 2016. April 25, 2016. Germany’s a much greener country than I’d imagined. I mean, it’s vividly and almost painfully green in the times we’ve visited. In a good way. One of our favorite places in Europe is Berlin, and we especially liked Moabit:. In the English Garden on a rainy day, Munich. Continue reading “Germany”. April 13, 2016.

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Macabre Folk Tales | Emmanuelle de Maupassant

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Works by Emmanuelle de Maupassant. Reviews for ‘The Gentlemen’s Club’. Reviews for ‘Cautionary Tales’. August 12, 2015. May 20, 2016. By Emmanuelle de Maupassant. This story is inspired by the folk customs and superstitions of Russia and Eastern Europe. The Likho is an evil one-eyed fiend from the forest, known for its fondness for human flesh. Takes us on a wrong path. On that path may lurk foul fiends. A malevolent forest demon, the. Sniffed the scent of violence and came creeping from its winter lair,...

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No job’s easy, man… | World's Little Stories

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World's Little Stories. Little stories from here and there…. No job’s easy, man. September 1, 2014. September 1, 2014. In my early twenties, I came to know Sheriff from Nigeria. We worked together for some weeks during my time in the construction, back in Switzerland. Together, we would. All the time about our nasty job. How dirty, heavy, dusty, sweaty it was, and how slowly the hours passed by. Really wise, Swiss dudes! Anyway, Mr. Sheriff from Nigeria possessed as well a knowledge about life and th...

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Survivors | World's Little Stories

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World's Little Stories. Little stories from here and there…. October 6, 2014. October 6, 2014. We, the children of the internet, smartphones, and facebook are lucky, in so many ways, more than many other generations before us. As a proof, I will use the example of our grandparents’ generation, and especially the Polish grandparents. Anarchy, and violence shattering these young lives, leaving behind incurable scars on those innocent hearts. But, would one say they went through such events? On My town is c...

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My town is cooler than yours | World's Little Stories

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World's Little Stories. Little stories from here and there…. My town is cooler than yours. July 3, 2014. July 3, 2014. I found common practice between the peoples of Northern Europe to compare their hometown climates and temperatures, the same way young teenage boys compare their sizes. The crowd went insane. High and low pressure? I paid attention to all these conversations. As a Southern European, this all seemed new and interesting, but somehow odd. The best reply I could say was “In my village ...

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Toubab, Toubab | World's Little Stories

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World's Little Stories. Little stories from here and there…. July 25, 2014. July 25, 2014. Wandering about the dry island of Mar Lodj, in the Sine Saloum Delta, in Senegal, I found myself separated from my fellow travelling companions, in a place, some sort of village, that consisted of a few poor houses in the exact middle of nowhere. She started running towards me, screaming. A Senegalese language) and hugged my leg! She said and the happiness on those huge white eyes was beyond human words can describe.

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My friend, the hero | World's Little Stories

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World's Little Stories. Little stories from here and there…. My friend, the hero. February 10, 2015. I am writing about a friend who passed away this Sunday, because her story is worth to be told. And even in the end she was gone, she is a source inspiration. With a smile on her face. Years later, her boys made men, she was diagnosed with cancer, six years ago. And this was the time when I met her, through one of her sons. She cooked for us a delicious traditional meal. And in the end, she just said,...

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Socialist ghosts | World's Little Stories

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World's Little Stories. Little stories from here and there…. September 28, 2015. On vacation across Bulgaria, I found myself surrounded by socialist remnants that still last in the country’s everyday life, decaying anchors to the old, dead regime’s memory. Across Bulgaria, 2015. One thought on “ Socialist ghosts. September 30, 2015 at 6:36 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). My friend, the hero.

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Fantastic Fours | World's Little Stories

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World's Little Stories. Little stories from here and there…. February 23, 2015. Image not related. Source:. Telling my stories to friends looks like as if I was starting a joke: A Bulgarian, a French, a Spanish, and me (Portuguese) went to a bar or a Norwegian, a Polish, a Chinese and me were at the beach The examples are endless. Not the super hero team sorry). However, in this picture, this print in my mind that seemed more a scene from a stock picture archive, I noted something really beautiful, in th...