Nostalgia – part 3

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Nostalgia part 1- HERE

Nostalgia part 2- HERE

… If electricity was made out of tears, I could’ve supported the whole country the night I read the letter from Borislav. The day after I woke up with a very high fever. To me it was the reaction of my broken heart, to my mom- endless lecturing about how I didn’t dress warm enough. I went back to school, after five days in bed, only to find everyone stared at me with pity, thanks to Mimi’s hidden talent as a CNN reporter, ready to broadcast anything that was none of her business. Her love towards gossip usually didn’t bother me, but when one of my private moments was involved, I lost trust in her, in my faith in friendship, in general. It was hard to go through Borislav’s absence by myself, but I knew, soon, the school year will be over and I will leave “Twin Peaks”/ a nickname I had for my home town, because of all the gossip and intrigues/ and its people. The biggest irony was that, out of the blue, I found comfort in the last person I expected to- Toma. It was a month after the night with the letter, I was at the stadium waiting for my brother and he came to me and we spoke for a first time in a very long time.

‘So, they say your soldier was a serial killer, but he was so badly in love with you that he left town to spare your life. Some crazy people in town, huh? How you doing?’
‘And I thought we lack talent in the area, but apparently, best-selling authors have been amongst us. Now, have your victorious moment over my misery and leave me alone Toma!’
‘I’m not here to gloat, don’t go all judgy on me, I am trying to make it up to you for the time that I treated you bad. That was me being a friend!’
‘And he can be nice! And I don’t have to beg him! Just so you know, we’re not going back together if that’s your goal here.’
‘Are you mad? I ain’t giving a reason to your psycho boyfriend to come back and add me to his killer’s collection.’
And I laughed, for a first time in a month I laughed and because I’ve always believed in second chances, I gave Toma one, as a friend, not right away, not that day at the stadium, but it felt right, because his efforts to make me smile didn’t stop and because I was lonely.

A month later, school was over, we had our prom night and to me it was absolutely boring and tasteless, apart from the time when Toma, two of his friends and I left the restaurant and played billiard all night. And another month later, the acceptance letters for the Universities came. I chose the future- technology and computers, electronic engineering. The base of the University was in Sofia/ the capital of Bulgaria/, but it had branches in other three cities. I was directed to the branch in Sliven, town very close to my mother’s parents. Mom was happy that I will have someone near to keep an eye on me. I liked that part of Bulgaria very much and our visits to granny Helena and grandad George were only in the summer, which for me it wasn’t enough. A week before the beginning of the academic year, the administration of the University called to say how terribly sorry they all are, but there has been a mistake and I was supposed to be in the branch in Plovidv. Plovdiv, the town I will always favor the most in Bulgaria, the town where my mom and dad met and studied, the town where Borislav was born and lived.

The ancient theater- Plovdiv, by Blaga Todorova

It was a whole new world to me. A place where you couldn’t see the same face twice unless you wanted to. I didn’t know anybody, no one knew me and there was a charm in the strangers, in the ancient theater, in the fountains, in my new beginning. Back then we owned a little flat in Plovdiv, but my parents refused to let me live alone, with no one to supervise me, not the first year when I wasn’t 18 yet. I was sent to the dormitory of the University, which it wasn’t bad at all. It was connected to the building where we had all our classes. The rooms were excellent, the first nine floors were with bedrooms that had 2 beds and a bathroom and the rest of the floors, to the 14th floor, were little apartments- two bedrooms, each with a bathroom, sharing a kitchen. I got a room on the 14th floor. The lobby of the dormitory had a coffee shop, restaurant, TV- room, library and study rooms- everything that I personally needed and there was the one thing my parents wanted- day and night supervisors, most of them were very strict, and it would’ve been a mistake if they were not, hundred of us students in one place, without a discipline it wouldn’t have worked.

My favorite was a woman called Ginka. She was once a nurse in a female prison and sometimes she looked scary, everyone called her Grizzly bear, but deep down she was a person who cared about all of us, and when humanity was offered, she responded with her heart. I called her mama Bear. The first day my mother and I arrived at the dormitory,  she was the one to show me that there was nothing to be stressed about. ‘ Don’t you worry Mrs. Kera’, she told my mom, ‘We are going to take a very good care of your baby doll.’ My roommate was a very shy and easily disturbed with nonsense girl, exactly the opposite on what I have always been. Confidence and energy was my territory, confusion and exhaustion was hers. But I guess that brought a balance and we lived good together. The first year passed by so quickly, I met so many people, I had my first real boyfriend and by the end of the year we broke up because I caught him cheating on me. The exams went well and my parents were happy. I spent the summer back home, with Toma and few of our classmates, we all had stories to share from the first year away and it was a great summer.

But going back home brought back the memories of Borslav, there were nights when I was tortured by so many questions and when I went back to Plovdiv in September, the first thing that I did was to find every phone number that belonged to people with his family name. There were 42 numbers under the name Simeonov and I called them all, one by one, asking for Borislav, but all I heard was that I’ve dialed the wrong number. Few of them didn’t answer and a week later I tried again. One was the winner. The man that answered said that he was Borislav’s cousin and that Borislav didn’t have a land line, but he will pass on the message that I called. I left my name, the address and the phone number of the dormitory and the waiting began, day after day, a week, five weeks, but nothing happened. I gave up waiting, I thought he didn’t remember me or he didn’t want to see me.  I thought it wasn’t meant to be and life kept running around me and I stopped thinking of him.

Every November the Universities in Plovdiv organized a basketball tournament. Our University hosted the event that year and every Friday there were games in the GYM across the park from the dormitory. It was the final game between our team and the team of the University of Arts. We were friends with most of the boys from our team, so we went to the game to support them. At least most of us. I went to the game because there was a boy from the Arts team that I liked and he had invited me. Our team won the game and by the end of it I had a date with art guy. I wanted to go back to the dormitory as soon as possible to change into my new skirt and put some make up on. Going out from the GYM with Nina/ my roommate/ and Daniella/ a girl that lived on our floor/, we saw the bus to campus leaving and knowing that the next one will be in at least 45 minutes, without a hesitation I convinced the girls to go through the park. Actually there wasn’t any convincing, I declared that I am walking through the park and they were too scared to leave me alone/ or to stay alone perhaps!/.

The shortcut through the park would’ve taken us home for less than 10 minutes. But the rumors that at night it wasn’t a safe place to be at, made those 10 minutes a nightmare. I wasn’t afraid, but Nina and Daniella panicked and ran, I had no other choice but to follow them, because they ran in the wrong direction.  By the time I found a way out of the park, we were covered in mud and soaked in rain. As soon as we entered the dormitory I heard Ginka calling my name, ‘Todorova, come here!’, and it wasn’t the first time I thought that she had a personal radar for each of us to track down, even without seeing us.

‘That would be me.”, I said, still overwhelmed by the running.
And when I aproached her cabin by the inside doors to the lobby and she saw the three of us in the state we were, she slowly put her glasses down on the desk and got out of the cabin with hands on her waist, speechless at first.
‘… or what’s left out of you three. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, where have you been?’
‘To the basketball game.’, I spoke quickly, trying to avoid the details.
‘And has it been raining mud inside the bus on your way back?’
But before I came up with an answer, Nina opened her mouth and made things even worse.
‘We wouldn’t know what was like inside the bus, because adrenaline junkie here …’
I didn’t let her finish, I pinched her arm and she squealed, but it was too late, mama Bear was everything else but a fool.

‘The next time you dare to walk in that park at night, if somebody doesn’t kill you over there, I will be here to do that instead! And you two? When will you stop following her ideas and then moan and groan? Get a personality and learn how to resist! Now, all of you, repeat – “Thank you God for saving us today and forgive our stupidity” and go have some tea before you catch a cold.’
‘Since we are all one, big happy family and grateful that we’ve survived the day, can we move on? Why did you call me?’, I snapped annoyed and with irony.
‘Just because I don’t have the time to deal with you right now it doesn’t mean that we are done with this conversation young lady. You have a visitor, waiting for you on the table next to the elevators at the coffee shop.’
‘Visitor? Who is it?’, I asked surprised, arts guy wasn’t supposed to be here yet. Maybe it was Toma, he had that habit to surprise me and I headed to the elevators and mama Bear shouted after me:
‘And easy on the music in your room doll, your neighbor thinks that Whitney Houston has moved in with you!’, I laughed and sent her a kiss in the air.

The area in the coffee shop by the elevators was usually dark in the evening, because there was a movie on and the only light came from the TV screen. It took me a while to adjust to the darkness, but once I saw the man sitting there, his legs in black jeans- stretched on a chair, his arms- filling a white shirt, it took me only a second to recognize him, even if not in an army uniform. The deep breaths didn’t stop my galloping heart, my hands trembled and I stood there, not knowing what to do. The next moment the movie was over and someone put the lights back on and it felt like everyone stared at awkwardly-doing-nothing me. Someone passed by, asked me about the game. My answer came in a voice so strange, but still my voice and then he turned around and saw me. Borislav, my soldier and his green eyes stared at me. And we were just two people staring at each other, not knowing what to say first, how to say it. It felt like in a dream, but it wasn’t, Nina was pulling my arm asking:

‘Are you sitting here with us? Do you want me to order you a tea, we don’t have any upstairs?’
‘No.’, I answered, ‘I’ve ordered room-service already and my drink has just arrived. See you guys tomorrow’
Borislav heard me and the stillness on his face turned into a smile. I took his hand and led him to the elevators. I didn’t bother to look at puzzled Nina, I knew she was used to strange me. As soon as the elevator doors closed, I barely managed to press 14 and he grabbed me, I found his lips and the nights with longing, the daydreams with desire erupted in the space between my and his face. The elevator stopped, a boy walked in. Our lips parted, but we didn’t let go of each other. The green in his eyes was mad, with passion, moonlight was dancing in my heart. Some floors later the boy walked out, we were alone again and I almost cried:
‘You left, you left me and you didn’t write, you didn’t call. I waited and it hurt …
”I’m here, I’m here now, my love!’, his hand pushed the red button saying STOP and there, trapped between the 13th and the 14th floor, love appeared, mixed with shadows and pieces of our souls, hunting the sparkles of the stars, demanding, hungry for the life in our hearts…


I thought I could fit everything in 3 parts, but I guess I was wrong!

Thank you everyone for stopping by, have a wonderful weekend!

Love & Peace …

Image- "Paper heart" by Sonam Mandal; Poem- Damian Damianov


© 2012  Broken Sparkles


Nostalgia – part 2

“The chance brought us together, but how could we not meet?
The world is made out of crossroads and every path grows with the years,
You would’ve been a stranger and I wouldn’t know that the warmth of your lips exists …”
~Damian Damianov

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Nostalgia part 1 – HERE

… The day after, my girlfriend and I spent it talking about the soldier’s green eyes and how Toma left angry and humiliated. Mimi even came up with the joke that Borislav’s green eyes, Toma’s face- yellow with jealousy and my heart- red with passion could’ve played the role of traffic lights that our town didn’t have. I knew Toma’s ego was hurt, but he didn’t think of me when my heart was in his position and I ignored his attempts to talk to me, I didn’t let even a sigh out of his mouth to come near me. There was something that Borislav told me that night,
‘ Now you got your boyfriend’s attention, the question is, are you willing to take him back after everything?’
and he was right, forgiving Toma would’ve been a sign that I’ve accepted his lies and I definitely wasn’t comfortable with that idea.

Borislav kept his promise and he and his friend drove me and Mimi to Smolyan, to see “Sea of love” with Al Pachino. They seemed to enjoy our company, and who wouldn’t? We were young, lavishing with life and laughter; and I saw what was the difference in being with a boy who had no idea about anything else but himself, and  being with a man who was no longer a disorientated teenager. It was a blessing to participate in conversations about everything else but football games, to be on the spotlight not only as a girl, but as a human being with an opinion. At the end of the night he asked to see me again the following Saturday and I gladly agreed.

By Saturday my patience was on the end of its limits, the hours seemed burdened with agony and when just before 7pm my parents called and asked me to wait for them to come back, because they’ve forgotten their keys at home, I had the feeling that the tiny crimson muscle beating with happiness in my chest wouldn’t last a second more. And I waited! Minutes! Countless! One hour, an hour and a half pacing left to right in my room, looking at the window every minute for our car to show up, sure that white hair grew on my skull and that Borislav will not wait for me. It was just before 9pm when my parents came back. I didn’t have the time to get into an argument for wasting my evening and my mother probably noticed that, she shouted after running me, amused, that I can come back an hour later.

I have no idea how I made it to the club for less than 10 minutes, considering there was a heavy layer of snow and running was not easy at all, but I made it, with cheeks in bright pink from the cold and sweaty hair under the hat that I wore. I went straight to our table in the corner. Mimi and the other girls were there and few of the soldiers sat with them too, but not Borislav.  His friend told me that he left an hour ago because he thought that I will not come. I said nothing. I couldn’t! The disappointment was beyond any words. I headed to our secret place with Mimi, a broken bench on the side of the club, surrounded by few pine trees and piles of snow at this time of year. Just to take some fresh air, to think for a second. And there he was, my soldier, sitting on the broken bench, throwing pine needles into the snow. I stopped, took a deep breath and gave silently my gratitude to whoever Goddess was in charge for the miracles. I took my hat off and fixed my hair nervously.

‘Hey soldier!’, and my voice ripped the white sulk of the winter night. He didn’t react and kept throwing needles, but he spoke, coldly as the misty, starless sky.
‘Hey trouble!’, and then silence, again. Someone’s shoes crunching the snow in the distance.
‘They told me that you’re gone. I’m sorry I’m late, I had to wait for my parents to come back home.’
‘I wanted to go, but I didn’t. I thought you are back with Toma and probably mastering the art of kissing some place warm.’, boys or men, when it comes to moments like this, they all bring pleasant flutters. Weightless, smiling I walked towards him. ‘I can’t be mastering something that I’ve never tried.’, the whispers reached out to him and I cursed the moment I confessed foolishly that I was more virgin than any other girl in the world. Seventeen and never kissed.

He turned around in surprise and finally looked at me. ‘You have never tried what?’
‘Nothing! Forget about it!’, I said, ready to walk away from the shame I felt. As soon as I made a step he grabbed me. In no time I was in his arms and the scent of the pine tree on his hands, touching my face broke down a dam brimming with fire. His fingers caught a curl out of my hair, his breath flickered on my neck and then the kiss came. Heartbeats of absence. Absence of heartbeats. His lips slow, soft, begging, coercing mine to the nebulous riverbeds of eternal thirst, and burnout followed, and infinite thrill. Flat line.

After that time was made out of weekends, Saturdays in the disco club, Sundays in Astoria coffee shop, with him, with my soldier. He definitely knew how to make a girl to feel special. There wasn’t only dancing and kissing, we talked about books, movies, politics, moments from the past, everything. Soon we stopped going to the club and just enjoyed each others company in quiet places, faraway from people’s eyes. With that the intimate moments became bold, demanding and I didn’t need to be older or wiser to know that the desires inside of me matched his longing. But for some reason every time we reached the point of extreme heat he tried to bring back the conversations and forget about the feelings. He often called me “trouble”, saying that I disturb his personality and he can’t think clearly around me, but I knew he loved being with me as much as I did.

It was a weekend sometime in April, my parents were away and my brother and I were supposed to stay at granny’s house, but knowing granny’s weakness for me I convinced her to stay at home, telling her that Mimi will be with me. Instead I invited Borislav. I don’t know if it was the rain or the music, the neon light in soft blue in my bedroom or simply the comfort of being together, a dance on George Michael’s “One more try” led us again to kissing, the kissing was transferred on the big, fluffy arm-chair and there were hands searching for the warmth of the skin, two shirts- one in camouflage colors, one in red, flew on the floor. And kiss after kiss the desires were no longer simple and carefully measured, but mixed with curiosity and lust. I was more than ready for whatever was next, savoring each moment deeply when he stopped abruptly the kissing. He didn’t let me go, I was still half naked on his lap, his face was still an inch away from mine and our breaths- wild and uncontrollable, I thought he needed some air and I closed my eyes inhaling as much as I could from his scent when he spoke:

‘We can’t do it! It’s wrong!, he stood up in the middle of the room, nervously putting his shirt back, leaving me dizzy.
‘What? What did I do? I thought that you want me?’, and I couldn’t apprehend what was going on.
‘This is all wrong! You and I, here, alone and naked! We shouldn’t have come that far!’
His words clashed over the part of my brain where every information was received to be digested and presented to the rest of the body, to be accepted by the senses. The panic of being rejected slowly boiled to anger and there were snakes and frogs coming out of my mouth and chaotic questions. I was sure he cursed every moment when he advised me to always stand up for myself and speak out loud when I wasn’t happy, but he held my hands and said:

‘Honey, believe me, I have never wanted anyone more than I want you, but you are only seventeen and I am …’
‘So what if you are twenty-five? You didn’t force me to do any of the things that we did. I want you! Is that a crime?’
‘It is my love and there are other things that I don’t know how to talk about, not right now. Let’s stop here, let’s have a week break and next Saturday we will meet again and find a solution with clear heads.’
‘Why can’t we talk now? You are a monster, do you know that? You can’t just leave me without an explanation.’
‘You are even prettier when you are stubborn but, please, let’s leave it ’till next Saturday.’
And I let him go, but I didn’t let him kiss me good night. I cried on Sunday and on Monday, all day. On Tuesday I tried to remember every single word he said and make sense out of it. On Wednesday I hated him. On Thursday I missed him like hell. On Friday I felt like an escapee from a mental institution, mad with headache and tons of questions. On Saturday I decided that I will not go to the club and meet him. I wanted to punish him and once the idea settled there was nothing to change my mind.

It was little after 10 pm when I heard Mimi’s voice outside, under the window in my bedroom. She held a letter that Borislav’s friend asked her to give me. I saw my name on the envelope and I stared at the paper for hours before I read it. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know what was inside, but I read it on the end.

“My sweet, curly trouble,

I’m sorry that I am not telling you this in person and I regret that I couldn’t say a proper good bye. My unit has been transferred to Veliko Tarnovo/ town in North Bulgaria, 450 km away from my town/.The only thing I could do is write you a letter and in a way maybe it’s better, I’m not good at saying good bye. I wish I was a poet to have the right words to tell you how much you mean to me, but since I’m just a soldier, know that you will always be that girl from Damian Damianov’s “Fairytale”, the sweet girl with the big heart that gave me comfort and love no one else ever gave me. I don’t want to promise things that I am not sure I could do, but, know that we will meet again, one day, when the time is right for both of us. Don’t ever change, keep the passion and the stubbornness and the innocence … be always yourself!

by Damian Damianov

Are you sleeping? I’m sorry if I stole your dreams that late tonight.
My soul hurts to madness, in the arms of my own loneliness.
I’m alone and I wish I could talk to someone, my lips are dried with silence.
Don’t close the door on me, I will go, soon. I came with the tears of the storm,
just to sit next to you for a while and to tell you a story,
where an ancient wiser teaches us a lesson.
There was a soldier once, wandering alone all his life, who never knew what home meant.
Instead of heart, under his shirt he had bloody, beastly knife.
He followed caravans for prey and only at the sight of the sun he hid his knife
and the knife didn’t know what rust was, the soldier was the devil himself.
But once, tired, on a crossroad the soldier fell asleep.
People passed him by and no one stopped to offer him a warmth,
only a little girl dared to cover him with leaves.
The soldier cried then, loved for a first time, his cold heart found the way to home.
One hug- turned the blood on his knife into tears.
One hug- warm like a fire, gave him what no war ever did.
And you are already asleep, and I feel the cold so powerfully tonight,
and I wonder where that girl from the story is?
She gave love to the soldier, I wish you could give me love too…

Always yours: Borislav”




"Nostalgia" by Sonam Mandal


© 2012  Broken Sparkles


Nostalgia – part 1

The following is not a story about first love and first kisses, but a story about people who have the talent to leave visible traces in our lives with a very little effort… It’s a story about why I’ve always had a weakness for green eyes, men in army uniforms, Freddie Mercury’s music and Damian Damianov’s poetry.

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I was born and raised in a small town in South Bulgaria, near the border with Greece, where most of the time if you didn’t know what you did, the rest of the town for sure knew. My parents were/ and still are/ respected and well known by everyone, citizens and it was a “must” that I had to follow their example. I was a good girl, most of the time, even when the hidden, wild-rebel ideas inside of me collided with real life, provoking me, I always made the effort to remain a good daughter.

I was almost 17 years old when I first fell in love. Toma and his family had just moved to town in the house opposite ours; it was a hot, summer night in July when I first saw him from my window, shirtless and sun-tanned, with cute, disheveled, light-brown, wet hair. I don’t know how you’ve all accepted the first signs of love and if you still remember these moments, but back then, I was sure that the glow in my heart  lighted the whole neighborhood, and I sure still remember the awfully, strong presence of the hundreds butterflies battling fiercely in my stomach and my knees made out of jelly. The two sets of curtains and the ten meters pavement between us were not meant to be an obstacle for a very long time. Few days later I found out that Toma was the new centre forward player of the football team in our town and last year student just like me.

My dad and my brother were involved in all the activities related to the football team/dad was a part of the administration and my brother was a junior player/  and on weekends I used to go with them to the stadium and play tennis on the courts next to the football field. The day when I saw Toma again I couldn’t play, rain poured down suddenly. I ran to the stadium to leave my tennis bag with my dad and to tell him that I will go to Mimi’s house/ Mimi- my high-school girlfriend/.  As I was leaving the stadium, there he was, standing by the gates, neglecting the drops of rain, and the idea of passing by him made me feel nauseous, but I confidently walked towards him, only to see him blocking the doorway with his hand. Needn’t to say that being young and inexperienced was the worse that could happen to a girl in love. He gloated over my confusion for a moment and then spoke:

‘How would you like if you and I see a movie tonight, after training here? That of course if you’re not busy staring at your naked neighbors!’
Not only he was a witness to a moment of weakness that I had, but there was this terrible feeling that I was made out of the most transparent nylon and he saw everything that I tried to hide. My reaction was to push his hand and to tell him to stay away, but he didn’t seem to be bothered and shouted after me:
‘7 pm. I’ll be waiting at the cinema, every night from now on, until you come.’
I didn’t go on the first night and on the second either, but I sent my brother to spy for me and tell me if he really waited; and when my brother came back, twice, with a positive answer, on the third night I went to meet him.

A week after, Toma asked me to be his girlfriend and I said “yes” without a hesitation. I didn’t have an idea what that meant, but it felt really great and the butterflies in my stomach were no longer intruders, but tiny sparkles that kept me happy. September came and school started, we walked together every morning, he held my books, kept a chair next to him at lunch break, called me “gorgeous” in the hallways of the school, demonstrating shamelessly his part as a boyfriend and at the football games on Sunday, every time he scored a goal, he shouted:’ That’s for you, baby!’ Everything was beautiful at that time and I was happy, even the fact that my parents didn’t like him very much didn’t disturb me. There was one little cloud that sometimes kept me worried and awake, we were together for nearly five months and he hadn’t kissed me yet. He always had his hands on me, hugging me, like he never wanted us to be apart, but his kisses were brief, on the cheeks or the forehead, like I was his sister. In movies people in love had passionate kisses and I couldn’t stop wondering why I didn’t have one yet?

All this made me suspicious, a little sad at times. It was like having a bar of a delicious chocolate, but never to taste, only to look at and dream about, and I was way too proud to dare and make the first move. The shadows of my unanswered questions made me listen and look around and soon I saw that not everything was made out of honey and rose petals. The goals at the games that were supposedly only for me, were apparently for half of the girls on that stadium/ some of them close girlfriends/ and the magical walks back home after every game were magical only because I didn’t know that Toma dedicated the rest of his nights to other girls, different each time and from the rumors, the dedication included more than brotherly kisses and hugs. But being only 16, I was allowed to be late out only on Fridays and Saturdays when my girlfriends and I went to a disco club and at midnight, I had to be at home, in bed. Toma rarely came to that club on the days I was there, his excuse was that he needed a rest for the Sunday game and silly me, never thought that it was all a big, fat lie. Innocence, a virtue that could easily lead you to a broken heart and I had a soul full with it.

It was one December Saturday, a week before my birthday, when Toma and his friends came to the disco club, but things had been slightly cold between us for the past couple of weeks and he flirted with other girls openly, in front of me. We used to stay on a table away from the dancing floor, in the corner with dim lights. Not only the table had velvet sofas to sit on around, but it was big enough to fit all of us girls and the music there wasn’t that loud. Toma danced with a different girl with the change of every song and I felt miserable, sitting at the very deep end of the sofa, where no one could see my sadness. Few of my class-mates came to ask me to dance but I politely declined. My girlfriends tried to make me smile, but I told them that I needed a break, so at some point I was left all alone on the table. Five or six soldiers sat on the table next to ours that night. They were from the army base two kilometers out of town and you could often see them in the club or in the coffee shops on weekends. Most of them were at least five years older than us and we didn’t avoid them, but simply kept a distance. Many times we danced together or exchanged trivial greetings, but that was it.

I didn’t notice that something was up on their table at first, but when four of them came one after another to offer me a drink or a dance I woke up from the sad thoughts and patiently waited for the next one of them to come. Ten minutes after his friend left with my “No”, he sat next to me, which caught my attention immediately, none of his friends did, and said:

‘Hi, my name is Borislav. How are you tonight?’
‘Before you ask, the answers is “no”, so don’t waste your time!’
‘Hmm, and how would you know what I am about to ask you?’
‘I assume the same as your soldier friends who stopped by before you! Not that difficult to guess!’
‘Well …’, I didn’t let him to finish the sentence, I moved towards him and looked him straight in the eyes.
‘So what did you bet?’
His hands reached the camouflaged cap on his head, almost ashamed and he laughed.
‘Pretty and smart! I like it!’
‘That doesn’t answer my question, what did you bet?’
He leaned on the sofa next to me, lifted his hands behind his head as in surrendering and said:
‘The first to have a dance or a drink with you, gets the car that we all share, exclusively, for a month.’

A little satisfaction about being right that there was something going on cheered me up, but I wasn’t through with the questions yet.
‘Why me?’
‘We’ve been watching you for the past two hours, at least five of them, poor boys, left your sight with a disappointment on the face, we wanted to see if you were saying “no” in general or you just can’t dance. The prettiest girl in the club  should be on the dancing floor, not here alone!’
‘If I was that pretty as you say, I would’ve been dancing with the one that I like.’
He came closer to me and whispered: ‘Is he the one with No 9 labeled on his shirt?’
‘How did you know?’, I jumped surprised that I was so obvious to strangers.
“There are holes on his back, which I’m sure will be a perfect match to the size and the shape of your eyes. But anyway, what is so special about him?’
‘He is my boyfriend.’, I said with a hint of doubt about the statement that I just made.
‘Is this what you do when he behaves like an ass? Isolating yourself from all the fun around? You might as well stick a note on your chest ” I’m about to commit a suicide in the name of love!”
‘Oh, yeah! And what does a smart you suggest that I should do?’
‘Dance, look happy, even if it hurts like hell inside of you, show him that you don’t give a damn.’

‘Ha! You want that car really bad, don’t you?’
‘And that, but mostly I want to dance with you!’
‘Next Saturday, with the car that you will win tonight, you will drive me and my girlfriend to Smolyan/ town 20 km away from my town/ to see a movie that they won’t show in our cinema and you can have the next dance right now!’
‘Only if I can bring a friend along.’
‘Then, let us dance!’
And for a first time Freddie Mercury and “Too much love will kill you” had the most wonderful sound. Borislav held me in his arms like a man who had just found the woman of his life and there was a triumph and a spice in the rhythm of the music, in the camouflage colors of his uniform and in the way his green eyes shined…



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