as a prolog

Felt like writing today….

English is not my mother tongue, although I started learning English when I was three, my language is Bulgarian.

I know that this sounds strange to many of you who read this, but my language is what represents me the best – the soft sound of diphthongs and the harsh one of the Ъ, sometimes pronounced like U, sometimes like A… a combination of tenderness and cruelty, the sun and the wind of my country, the sound of bagpipe and flute… the combination of opposites, which fight between themselves yet add the spice to each other.

The opposites welcomed and cherished. That’s me. Dare to argue. I am here and ready to respond.