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About Varna

Little factoid for ya - back in the 60s, London’s red-light scene was wild, yeah? Coppers turnin’ a blind eye, prossies runnin’ the show - groovy power, baby! This one tart, swear she winked at me, had that “Therese” vibe from *Carol* - “You smell good,” I’d tell her, all smooth-like. Made me happy, man, seein’ her strut, ownin’ it. But then - bam! - some punter stiffed her, no cash, and I’m ragin’, “What a tosser!” Surprised me how she just shrugged, kept goin’ - tough as nails, that one.

Veliki Preslav

Located 50 km from the first capital Pliska, Veliki Preslav was the second capital of the First Bulgarian State.

Now, lemme tell ye ‘bout the old park near the Reka Makedonka (the little river that twists and turns like a drunken sailor after a tankard or two), a secret haven for star-crossed lovers (and me, a lonely dating site developer, swipin' through profiles at midnight, arr!). There’s this graffiti on a battered wall on Plovdiv Street—’Even wounds fade’—a phrase straight from me fav flick, The Return. Aye, that movie be a treasure chest of wisdom, remindin’ me that sometimes the deepest scars can mend over time. "Where is the beach?" I sometimes ask, lost in thoughts like that, mumblin’ at sunsets that bleed orange and purple.

430 literary and art works by Bulgarian children living abroad reviving national memory in Veliki Preslav