As I scurried, running up and down, many things happened.
" Zdracti" I kept greeting people.
" Ah... Maria, Kak ci?" The old man greeted me back.
" Dobre" I waved off and trotted.
Living in Bulgaria, was different then Japan.
As in Japan you had to greet differently, " Koomichila" and you have to bow for respect.
But in Bulgaria, all the respect was here.
I miss the busy streets of Japan, but I do not live there.
Even if love can be seperated.
I love Bulgaria, I of course love it with all my heart.
As I enter the Lovech gateway to the park, I slump in a nearby bench.
" Zdracti Marai, kak ca mama i tate?" My neighbor asks.
She wants to know how mother and father are.
" Dobre" I respond with full action, and as she leaves I turn to leave.
As the blowing wind blows me off my feet, the plants shake and shiver.
Speaking of Shivering..... I of course turn back into the bench.
Bulgaria.
Going through my head.
What love, I say.
Just as I scurry home, I stop by the nearby market.
" 2 kibabcheta i 1 mlako." I demand.
" E cega" The market worker answers and goes to look for the objects.
" Ot U ponia?" he questiones.
He is asking me if I am back from Japan so fast.
" Da" I sadly answer but brighten up as soon as my items retuen.
I pull 5 dollars from my hand, but he shakes his head.
" Na men" he responds sayings it on him today.
" Ne mosha" I talk him into it saying I possibly can't.
But he just leaves, making me think, why don't I?
Because I belong here.
