Once upon a time, in a land far far away called Bulgaria, there lived a girl with a very short hair who worked for the Police force, smiled seldom, and dreamed about visiting Seattle and owning a 60's Ford Mustang (she was oblivious of the fact that she didn't really know how to drive). That girl was me. Yeah, I have trouble believing it too. It's been awhile. Many things changed fundamentally since 2005, and I don't just mean my hair. I also went to university, got married, began writing, moved to America, and got pregnant. You might say that, in fact, nothing is the same anymore.
Here are some images I found while browsing through my archives; most of them are taken with my puny little Nokia cellphone camera and represent random pieces of the life I used to have. Damn, I feel so old right now.
I think I do have something left in common with that girl, though - I am still yet to visit Seattle!
|From left: at the Black Sea in Balchick; at the Black Sea in Albena; rocking at a Seattle Night show; my writing desk at my parents' home in Sofia.|
|A Police patrol car from my division; at work, monkeying around; in a random bathroom taking self-portraits; a dog operated vehicle somewhere in Sofia (not related to the patrol car)|
|A spa center in Hisaria, where I used to go for recovery treatments after some kidney troubles; more self-portraits with my Nokia; the road to somewhere unknown.|
|Naglostina, the black cat who lived at the tattoo parlor where I got my ink done; she slept on my legs the entire time I was worked on; Svetlio, my tattoo artists.|
|Rila Monastery; traditional fish meal (that makes my whole pregnant being mad with craving right now); Rila Monastery again, and another selfie in the woods of Vratsa Balkan.|