SUNLAND CALIFORNIA The fragrance of coffee reached me, and the man beside me stirred. I could hear Rummy's calm tone telling Rumen and Philip to be careful not to hurt the cat during wrestling, and they were laughing. Everything that reached my hearing convinced me I was not dreaming. My daughter and Connie are chatting, and I was definitely at my girlfriend’s house with my whole family. I got frightened that I might miss a day of my freedom and dressed up fast, entered the living room, and greeted everybody there playfully: “Good morning, Americans! I prayed daily in Bulgaria to survive until I saw my children free, but now have to admit I like to prolong my life. I hope it’s not too much to ask for five more years?” Rummy offered me a cup of coffee and a menthol cigarette when she saw the empty box I opened. I made a joke: “I hooked you on KENT menthol. What happened? “Unfortunately, they are not popular in America.” “Then, I better go, explore the new place and find it for you.” ”Zaek, you are in the valley now, and while coming from snowy Austria, remember that you need time to adjust! Third days in a row the temperatures are 110 degrees.” “Girlfriend, this sounds not as a warning but as not a bad idea for adventure to me!” I said and left to buy cigarettes. The hot air was vibrating in front of my eyes, and the street was deserted as far as I could see. The asphalt was scorching, and at that point, I realized that I was barefoot and walking on my tiptoes. Fully absorbed by lovely gardens on both sides of the street, I suddenly found myself on the main street in Sunland. What I noticed first wasn't very encouraging. The few men that I saw seemed ordinary peasants, and these thoughts brought me back down to the earth, and even as I heard my father telling me: ”Don’t you see, Lilly, you are not in Beverly Hills! Sunland is a village, and no matter where you go, the Villagers are the same”. Hearing his voice somehow woke me up, and I remembered that I had torn more than six pairs of iron shoes by the time I got here. It won't be easy, but I must try to find the stairs to the society from this village I want to be in. Thinking so positively, I entered a small shop called “SEVEN ELEVEN” and lost my breath with surprise. The place was cold, and it seemed dark and unattractive. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw the cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and substantial, dead spiders and bats trapped in them. The man and woman behind the counter were dressed in rags, with faces so contorted and twisted they looked like masks. I stopped, still in shock, thinking I had forgotten why I was there. I wondered if I was in one of those places described by Truman Capote where cold-blooded killers hang out. Or was this just some kind of nightmare? The two people behind the counter smiled when they saw me looking for the door. Suddenly, I heard dragging feet, and when I turned around, I saw a woman dressed in rags, holding a newborn baby in one hand and a gallon of milk in the other. What I saw was too much for my wild imagination. Everything was so strange. "Why did she carry milk and not a bottle of red wine for the little monster?" I thought, but thank God I was already at the door, when a young man entered and greeted us with a friendly smile: “Happy Halloween, guys!” Eventually, I realized everything was fine, and I calmed down. People were celebrating some holiday. I went back to the counter and asked for a pack of cigarettes, and the lady asked me nicely: “Where are you from, honey? “At that point, I replied confidently: “From Sunland, but I don't know how long I'll stay!" I picked up the cigarettes and some coins from the counter and dived back into the heat outside. Yes, I was in Sunland, California, and it was a typical day for everyone else but not for me. As soon as I stepped outside, I lit a cigarette and almost choked on it, and I was forced to extinguish it. The left side of Foothill Boulevard was lost somewhere in the mountains. Thinking we had come from oposit way the night before, I turned right. The first house stunned me with wonder and confusion: I was in the desert, yet its yard was a true oasis. There was something unusual. In addition to the clusters of slender palm trees, there was a pine tree that reached up to the sky. For the sake of reassuring myself, I said to myself: “Zaek, for sure, your place is right here! “ I continued walking down the boulevard, where gas stations were on every corner, and gas was 79 cents a gallon. I was at the end of Sunland when I saw the park. Children were playing loudly, and not far from them, I saw three men lying on the grass, drinking beer from cans wrapped in paper.            At that moment, my only wish was that my father were with me, and suddenly my soul was flooded with infinite love -I felt like embracing the whole planet. I leaned down and, spontaneously, kissed the parched earth with gratitude and awe.

ENLIGHTENMENT Something is telling me that to find the source of the pain in sleepless nights, we must read more often between the lines of our own thoughts. That's how I personally found a few valuable advice beautifully written there, but with the still-dripping blood from my broken heart. My enlightenment came in the form of a warning that I must stop being blind and deaf, and for my own sake, to make some earnest changes.

Скъпи съграждани, Искам да споделя загрижеността си за мъжката класа в страната, в която избрах да живея и да умра. Днес стигнах до заключението, че след 37-те потвърдени обвинения срещу „Доналд Тръмп“ за престъпления, които той определено е извършил; той не заслужава главните букви на името си. Сега нека се върнем към по-важните факти, които трябва да решим заедно. Гавин Нюсъм има нужда да гласувате за неговите 50, оставям на вас да решите дали да изберете неговите 50 или моя нов закон – 38 е по-важно за всички нас. Призовавам ви, ние, да го съдим за прогонването на трудещите се от Америка. Знаете ли защо иска това? Първата му причина е проста. Той е ядосан, защото инструментът му, с който би трябвало да угажда на нежелаещата Мелания, най-вероятно е в тъжна дневна позиция в 6:30 така или иначе. Но като отмъстителен неудачник, той се опитва да накаже хората, чиито деца един ден ще станат американци. Това е манипулация, създадена от него, за да убие два заека с един куршум. Да, той подскача, когато стресира нашите съпрузи или любовници, за да могат да станат импотентни като него. Но в същото време ще има извинението, че по този начин намалява раждаемостта им. Да, със сигурност ще бъде щастлив, ако може да ни накара всички да страдаме като него. Не, той също иска да се говори за него по-дълго след смъртта му. Подозирам, че самият той е инициаторът на последните пикантни снимки на него и тийнейджърката му дъщеря Иванка в скута му. Но не го видях като педофил в тази снимка, а по-скоро като последно напомняне за неговата потентност. Можем ли да го виним, че обича себе си, като расист и дори когато хората го наричат фашист? Предполагам, че му звучи по-добре, отколкото когато половината нация го нарича импотентени или идиот.

Dear fellow citizens, I want to share my concern for the male class in the country I chose to live and die in. Today, I have concluded that after the 37 confirmed charges against 'donald trump' for crimes He definitely committed, he does not deserve the capital letters of his name. Now, let's get back to the more important facts that we need to decide together. Gavin Newsom needs you to vote for his 50, I leave it to you to decide whether to choose his 50, or my new law 38, is more important for all of us. I call on you, we to put him on trial for forcing the working people out of America. Do you know why he wants that? His first reason is simple. He is angry because his instrument with which suppose to pleasuring the unwilling Melania is most likely in the sad daily position at 6:30 anyway. But as a vindictive loser, he tries to punish the people whose children one day would become Americans. It's a manipulation created by him to kill to rabits with single bullet - hopping when he stress out our husbands or lovers so that they could become impotent like him, but at the same time, he will had the excuse, that he reduceing this way their birthrate.Yes, for sure, he will be happy if he could makes all nation to suffers like him. No, he also wants to be talked about longer after he died. I am sure that he, himself, is the initiator of the latest embarrassing pictures of him and his teen daughter, Ivanka, on his lap as a last reminder of his potency. Can we blame him for loving himself, racist even when people called him a fascist? I guess it sounds better to him than when half of the nation calls him impotent or an idiot.

Today is my boy Philip's birthday, and as you can see, even from the sky, tears flowing, he was only 28 when he left us. Днес е рожденият ден на моето момче Филип и както виждате, дори от небето, сълзи се леят, той беше само на 28, когато ни напусна.

To my son Philip I used to see you standing by the truck that killes you But someone called for it, and I sold it. I wish I had it as a tombstone by my side With the unbearable pain your death caused me son. I light a candle and call your name It was almost in the dead of night, When I felt your presence as a whiff or Just as a fragrance of your breath. “I’m here, Mom.” That’s what I wish to hear Instead of that, you touched my shoulder. Before I knew it, you disappeared, but leave This feeling that you badly need me now. I have unfinished business, son, You have to wait a little longer! Because of you, I’ll make a last effort no matter how costly or dificult that will be! I shall be strong this time for your sister Victoria, her children, Zak and Solei, who still need me.