|By Teresa Kaltenbacher (126.96.36.199) on Monday, February 21, 2005 - 12:53 pm: Edit Post|
The piece by Giorgiev did not surprise me at all. After being treated as a "stain" on many occasions during my P.C. service in Bulgaria, sometimes to the point of tears, I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there. My fond memories of this country sadly revolve around the food, scenic beauty, and fascinating anomalies (including the piglets in trunk). Yes, I made some friends but the Bulgarians in general made me feel less than welcome. I now live part of my year in Mexico, where the people accept me for who I am rather than where I come from.
|By Georgi (mail.podem.bg - 188.8.131.52) on Tuesday, March 20, 2007 - 11:23 am: Edit Post|
Teresa, i'm realy sorry for the fillings you have had about Bulgaria in early 05. I trully believe you spare the fond memories more than sad ones.
Probably you've met the vrong people here in BG and confront them. I do want to believe, It's not only the pleasant food you keep in memories from Bulgaria.
If you want to recollect friends from Gabrovo, you can contact me on my address.