Bulgaria

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As a child i lived with my mother and uncle under a roof of a soviet building in Bulgaria, sleeping on a mattress lying on the floor. We had only that: a matress, an electric oven (illegaly connected) and an old dresser on which we had an old record player with three illegal vinyls, Michael Jackson, Roy Orbison and Elvis (at the time american music was banned in soviet states). After every dinner, my mother put a vinyl on, we danced and after that she used to tell me a story untill i was asleep. Often i got around the city, entering and exploring the abandoned buildings, even if i was only 4 yo. I still remember the smell of cement, bricks and dirt. My mother used to call me with a whistle when it was time to get home and eat "popara" (old bread and feta cheese, over which boiling water was poured to soften the bread). It was the tastiest meal for me. We made some money selling the glass from the empty bottles my alcoholic grandfather used to leave on his house floor when he was hammered, and we sneak in to take em. With those money we bought potatoes and onions. People used to gave us old bread when they had it, and great grandfathers gave us homemade feta cheese. I had a magical childhood.