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This is the official trailer for a new travel series dedicated to Bulgaria, made entirely on high quality HD. Travel TV producer and director of the project Victor Dimchev said that “This is Bulgaria” is a video catalog of the country’s national and historical landmarks. It aims to attract foreign tourists but also to remind Bulgarians to appreciate what we have.
So far, Dimchev’s team has passed 100, 000km and has completed 3/4 of the 13-film-long series. It is yet to be determined which international channels will broadcast the film. A DVD version will also be available.
Simply put, I can’t wait!
To all my friends who thought that I have the accent of a Soviet spy: yes, I have finally infiltrated you, and now nothing can stop me to roam unnoticed among you: I officially have a Massachusetts ID. I’m behind enemy lines.
Always a patriot, even with a Mass ID!
I’m not sure how I feel about that though. Can I still act snobbish and international when I show my Bulgarian passpo.. I mean, my Mass ID, or should I be humbled by the fact that I’ve blended in with the American crowd?
I think I might compensate with a thicker Eastern European accent. After all, I look down upon this piece of foreign-to-me legislature, which I have obtained only so that I don’t lose my beloved Bulgarian Passport when partying in the clubs. I haven’t betrayed my country, OK!?!
I have three new roommates this semester, and they all have interesting stories to share.
One of them, Emma, is of Cuban descent. When Fidel Castro came to power in 1959, Emma’s grandfather realized that his country is no longer a place where he would like to raise his children, so he drove his entire family out to Miami. None of them has been back to Cuba since.
Emma said that her grandmother is now quite old and is terrified that she might die before she sees Cuba again. Why don’t you just enter Cuba from Mexico, I asked? Because her grandmother prefers to die without having returned to her motherland than to return there while the Castro regime still lasts.
Isn’t it tragic to love and hate your country so much?
Emma says that her grandparents always keep a bottle of champagne at home in case Fidel or Raul die. So, she said, we are also having a big party at our apartment in case that happens.
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Read more of my posts on immigration:
The Hungarian Belly-Dancer Who Hates London
Soviet Elephants And the Polish Taxi Driver in Boston
Preserving My Cultural identity in America
I didn’t expect that I would be so, so happy to be back in Massachusetts! After nine months in Europe, now I am rediscovering Boston – the elegance of the harbor and financial district downtown, the cultural hotspot of Cambridge where I joined a South American carnival procession a few days ago, the raunchy but extremely fun bars in Allston – the college students’ part of town, the restaurants with ethnic food where they celebrate customers’ birthdays with a disco ball and flashing lights (Brown Sugar Thai Restaurant), and the overwhelming choice of brands in the gigantic grocery stores where I can finally get the instant oatmeal, guacamole, hummus and papaya that I so much missed back home.
And of course the river! I’m so happy to be back near the beautiful Charles! I love walking along it, reading by it, sailing on it, and since this semester, waking up every single day to the most beautiful college-dormitory window view in the world:
My view from Boston University's Student Village
I just arrived in Miami (a little detour before my senior year starts at Boston University). To my greatest surprise, the first words I heard were in Spanish… and so were the second and the third.
The staff at the airport greeted me in Spanish and so did the lady at the road toll, every street sign is translated both in English and Spanish, and apparently there are only Spanish radio channels in the car. Everyone just assumes that you speak Spanish! Luckily, I do, but how strange must it feel like to the Americans who don’t?
It sounds funny, but it seems that English is like a second language here.
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