I’ve probably mentioned about my interest in talking to homeless people. Even when they are of those labeled “crazy” I think they have these moments of enlightenment when they have something very wise to say.

Today I met the guy to whom I refer in this post. After I’ve stopped to talked to him several times he is now able to recognize me by face and when we meet we usually have a little conversation. For example, he’d tell me that he was born in the US, has flown with a helicopter over Kansas, that I shouldn’t go to guitar lessons because he can teach me or that he sold his guitar to the guitarist of “Signal”. Not that I believe any of those things, but somehow I am interested in listening to him.

However, what really impressed me happened today. We were walking with uB, talking about our concerns about the future when we met him. He asked me for a cigarette but I didn’t have one. Then he asked for 15 stotinki but I thought I had only about 7-8 stotinki so I said I didn’t have. With a smile on his face he said that he didn’t even succeed to rob us. (“Ех, даже рекет не можах да направя.”) Then we passed on, but I checked my wallet and saw that I actually had 18 stotinki, so I decided to go back and give it to him. After all, he would be happier with the cigarette he’d buy with it, then I would be with the chewing gum I’d buy, for example. When I gave it to him he said: “Thanks a lot. But listen, I wanna tell you something. You and your friend seem a bit anxious. Don’t worry at all. Rush around the center like a wild pig and don’t give a damn about anything.”

Perhaps it sounds rude to you, but the essence of the words is more important to me rather than the words themselves. But that’s not the most astounding thing. The most astounding thing is that a man who is considered insane, drunk and so on, could actually sense how we feel in about 5 seconds, though we weren’t visibly worried at all. So we might be wrong about “insane” people, the “enchanted house in Topolovgrad” he once discussed over a steet phone might actually exist..

P.S. Ben would probably remember this guy. He’s the one that came to him while he was wondering whether to buy the bicycle or not and told him: “Купувай, бате. Имаш ли пари, купуваш; нямаш ли – духаш супата.”

I love tea kept in jars.It looks like taken from the Granny’s pantry.The scent of it is so strong as if the dried leaves have soaked the  whole summer’s warmth.

Twinning’s packbags are far away from that cosy and authentic sensation.However, their fruit flavoured teas have a strong and sweet scent. Particularly, the apple scent mixed with a little cinnamon is enchanting.At least, bring back the memory of the past Christmas:)

It was high time…Now we got a blog for anything. Mainly about the amazing number of things that both Luchko & Nevenche find curious, inspiring(do I spell it right?) and interesing.It may sound snobbish, but we(Luchko, hope you don’t mind saying we) intend to write as if it’s a little chatting with friends at an afternoon tea- we may say something serious, bitter or criticizing among the jokes but yet no one would take it hard

Sooo… what’s the gossip of the day?