Помня, 17 години чакахме за Вартбург, ходехме с открити листове до Мичурин и Петрич и всеки петък изключваха БТВ, за да пуснат масква. Помня, също така, че за политически виц вкарваха в затвора, че стрижеха насила косите на момичетата и слагаха печати на късите поли..
I never understood the Western fascination with Russia. I was a Soviet citizen and lived under that system. I’ve also lived in America and Europe. Compared with the West, Russia is a shithole in every practical, moral and political sense. What exactly are you admiring?
Russians need to realize that their social contract with Putin is dead. For years, he slaughtered Ukrainians using their army and taxes, while Moscow residents ignored the war and lived free from attacks or mobilization if they wished to. That deal is no more. If you burn Ukraine, Ukraine will burn you back. Welcome to the party.
You cannot even say Russia is a gas station masquerading as a state, as it’s has no gas. Putin has made Russia an international pariah and laughing stock.
the governor of Massachusetts Maura Healey has signed to make HAGGIS legal in Massachusetts 😂 everyday I Keep Finding funny happy stuff with Scotland Fans,
For all those murdered by Russia. The women and children. Those tortured, falsely imprisoned, and those who had their homes stolen.
The silo flip and Russia raining oil isn’t just another strike. It’s hope.
The symbolism is off the charts. 🇺🇦
Did you notice how Russians didn't run to the shelter?
They are just standing by the windows filming a video.
Nobody is destroying their homes while they sleep, nobody is destroying millennia-old temples, museums, theaters, and schools…
🏐 What a comeback! 🇧🇬
Bulgaria takes down powerhouse Argentina 3-1 in Brasília! (23-25, 25-23, 25-15, 25-23)
Alex Nikolov went absolutely crazy with 26 points
Second win in #VNL2026 secured. This team is on fire! 🔥
Proud to be Bulgarian! 💪
#BulgariaVolleyball#VNL
In America, a warehouse store. A fully roasted chicken costs five dollars, the raw chicken beside it costs seven, and I stood between them like a man between two truths.
Golden. Hot. Seasoned. Spinning in glory under the lights, in a line of its brothers. Four dollars and ninety-nine cents.
I checked the raw birds. Seven dollars. Pale. Cold. You must do everything yourself.
This is not commerce. Commerce does not move backward. Somewhere in this building, mathematics lies defeated.
I asked the man at the counter. "How is the cooked bird cheaper than the raw bird?"
"Been five bucks forever. They keep it that way."
"But the store loses."
"Yep. On purpose."
On purpose. I held my receipt with both hands.
In my land, a lord who lowered the price of rice in a hard winter was remembered for generations. They built him a small shrine. This store does it every day, with chicken, and tells no one.
A woman behind me grew tired of my reverence. "It's just a chicken, sir."
It is not just a chicken. It is a wound the merchant takes on purpose, so that anyone, on any day, with five dollars, eats like a lord. The bird is the message. The price is the vow.
I will confess: I bought two. I did not need two. The second was not hunger. It was gratitude, and it was delicious.
Some prices are not prices. They are promises.
I return every week now. I take one bird. I bow toward the deli, briefly, so as not to alarm the staff. They have begun nodding back.
The vow holds. The bird turns. Five dollars.
Long may it spin.
Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named.
The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river.
The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn.
Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound.
"Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever.
It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin.
"Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather.
I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet.
In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair.
And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge.
You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain.
The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste.
I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind.
Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again.
"Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up.
Discipline is a journey.
Only reason Europeans aren’t addicted to soda is because they don’t have free refills on soda like we do. I just watched a Euro suck down 5 coke zeros in disbelief that he didn’t have to pay again. Trust me, they love it.
ELES NÃO BRINCAM! 🇨🇮🇬🇭🇸🇳🇨🇩
Se você perdeu, apenas contemple algumas seleções africanas que transformaram o desembarque da Copa do Mundo de 2026 em um verdadeiro desfile de moda e ancestralidade
Today Sofia Pride takes place behind the former Soviet Army Monument, with Eurovision winner DARA among the performers.
Also today, Sofia has the ‘March for the Family’, backed by the Bulgarian Orthodox Church and Radev’s ruling party, ‘Progressive Bulgaria’ (progressive af).