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Оглушително жълто (Къс разказ)

Оглушително жълто (Къс разказ)

Огледах се и не знаех къде съм. Беше пълно с десетки грозни хора. Те носеха отровно жълти дрехи и крещяха. Имаха толкова дълги носове, че…
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Bozhana Marinova
A Series of Misunderstandings

A Series of Misunderstandings

Bozhi-i-i. A deep boy’s voice that has just passed the weird puberty transformation phase echoes from my street. My mom’s afternoon nap is…
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Bozhana Marinova
Solitude: an Allowance or a Prohibition

Solitude: an Allowance or a Prohibition

As a kid, I loved crowds. The thought of Times Square, Disneyland, or even my town’s center during Christmas gave me butterflies. I dreamt…
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Bozhana Marinova
Fairytales without Narrators- the Depopulation Process in the Bulgarian Villages

Fairytales without Narrators- the Depopulation Process in the Bulga...

“Smochevo is like a museum- I am walking down its streets and remember who used to live in each house. Now, everything is empty.” — Grudi…
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Bozhana Marinova
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