U Šumenu grumen, in Croatian it is something like: In Šumen there is a big lump of dirt, or rock or something. But it rhymes in Cro, see? And it is kind of adequate to how I feel. Like a lump. Actually, it also feels a lot like at the seaside. Insects that sing by using their hind legs and rubbing them against each other. A strange warmish wind in the afternoon. Although not very far from the sea (map link – a couple of cities left from Varna, which is on the East, next to the Black Sea), I do not think it has a sea climate. That would be weird, or not?

Anyway, it does feel like summer hollidays. Now, I kind of relaxed. Decided there is no reason or space for me to be very active. So I am relaxed, I do whatever is needed and am basically waiting for my teammates to move. Today something started stirring up, so I see it as a good sign. Tonight we have a film night, we will watch The Yes Man, with Jim Carrey. I managed to solve the tech mistery of cyrilic subtitles, it was not very hard, but it was a challenge to do without the help of our friend Google. I had to do it by try and error. 

I wrote some of my observations down, so here they are, at random. Maybe I could work as a stand up comedian?

Anyway. 

How to present yourself as a boyish lesbian in Bulgaria? 

You do not. For them you are just a boy. Ьългарин. Being bi does not help.

How to become a successful artist (band) and travel the world?

You know these American Indians that go around, drumming their kind of boring music? For them it is enough to put an animal skin on the head, and the public is theirs. The skin color ads a bit of nativeness into the whole thing. They play a matrix, and hit the drum here and there (probably bought in a convenient store or a souvenir shop) and hit some bells now and then and that’s it. One should just go around in traditional clothing, dance a bit, sing minimally, and sell other people’s CD’s. Put in a lovely lady, and the world is your oyster.

I am leaving this writing business to eat some dried mangoes I have left over from Luton airport and will produce some dring dring noises on my guitar, to perfect myself creatively.