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The Best of Bulgaria
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екскурзии (school trips)

10-А клас извън палеонтологически музея в Асеновград.
10 A class outside of the paleontological museum in Asenovgrad.

скелетa на гигантски мамут, в музея.
Skeleton of wooly mammoth, in museum.

С Мария Кутрианска, Руми Бояджиева, Даниела Груева, и Диана Кунчева в двора на Бачковски Манастир.
With Maria Kutrianska, Rumi Boydjieva and other teachers in the courtyard of Bachkovski Monastery.
вторник, ноември 14, 2006
още се захващам с снимките (still catching up on pictures)

Моята ученичка Николина работи на станцията на нашото учелище в случката за 15 юбилей на Корпус на Мира, в София, през септември.
My student Nikolina working at our school's booth at the 15th Anniversary of Peace Corps Bulgaria event in Sofia, during September.

Нашя директор, Г-н Моллов, отвари ботилка шампанско в коктейла да празнуваме завършването на проект на ремонт за запазването на енергия в училището.
Our director, Mr. Mollov, opens a bottle of champagne to celebrate the completion of the project for energy conservation in the school.

Асенова крепост, извън Асеновград, обитaтелен отначало през времето на Тракската империя.
Asen's Fortress, outside of Asenovgrad, first occupied during the Thracian Empire.
сряда, ноември 08, 2006
Повече снимки (More Photos)

Алесандър Невски Катедрал, София, през изгреб слънцето.
Alexander Nevski Cathedral, Sofia, at sunrise.

Видео клип на Мориси в стаята на хотела в София, на последня ден на Анна в България
Morrissey video on TV in hotel room in Sofia, Anna's last morning in Bulgaria

Колегите се събират около новата учебна програма, преди официялното откриване на училището
Colleagues gather around the class schedule before the offical opening of the school.

Учениците в откриването на новата учебна година.
Students at the opening ceremony of the new school year.
понеделник, септември 11, 2006
You Sing With a Certain Dramatic Flair

There are nestled in this country on the tourist highway well-travelled bits, a museum town here, a ruined fortress teetering on a gorge there. They are primped and on display for us, menus in English, fluent hostel staff, spools of veins and wire laying across the town the mosques, a ball of electricity rises above her skull keeping her balanced.
We are all American, in the end.

I marvel at the clear air, even in the heat, the light show over the fortress, the merchants selling bottles of water and t-shirts, the surly waitresses, the rubble reconstructed to what everyone thinks is its original form, the archaeologists drunk and hitting on their graduate students, the tally of bones that have accumulated here over the years. We pay to take photographs inside the little chapel on the crest of the hill.

The christ-figure is always recognizable in this context, and he is the greatest subject of art, cathedrals and tourist-photographs ever invented. Remove the head from the beast and the beast will roll on its back to show you its ribs, its hunger. Slip a few leva to a tour guide and she will tell you about the history of man in the starlight.

But it would all be nothing without the influence of the greatest artist of the 20th century, Walt Disney dreamed of lasers and talking animals and now this is what we've become, feeling more human packed in the darkness, the ancient fortress is now a space opera and our hearts are in our throats in ecstacy.
петък, септември 08, 2006
Collapsing on the Edge of Summer

Her prayers were answered by the sun god, breaking the colonists' backs on the shores of the James River, the goldhunters, the horror-writers. Her breath filled the world.
On the brightest, most crowded Bulgarian Black Sea beaches there are rusted post-communist playgrounds, rusted post-communist children hurling plastic bottles into the water, squatting on stretches of sand like Japanese secretaries staking out corporate plots of land for cherry-blossom viewing.
The weather descended on us as hot and lazy as a sweating ghost - an Englishman and two Americans, it surprised us and kept us up at night. I listened to the banal chatter in the cafe, the one not smoking taking the floor, the rest clutching their cigarettes.
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