“There is a simple life, a life in solitude, which I had grown unused to. Eating bread at a wooden table, gathering up the crumbs and tossing them to the sparrows. Slowly peeling an apple with a pocketknife and realizing that this gesture exactly re-creates your father’s gesture, which re-creates the gesture of your grandfather’s. The place is not the same, nor the time, nor the hand. But the gesture remembers.” SolitudeMemory Author:Gospodinov Georgi
“I glanced at the business card before tucking it away: Deyan Dembeliev, telephone… Just a name and a phone number. Only extremely famous or extremely modest people could use such cards. Demby was not the latter.” Business Cards Author:Gospodinov Georgi
“As is written, we drank from the waters of the Lethe before we were born, so as to completely forget our previous life. But why do we sometimes wake up in the middle of the night or why do we get a sudden flash of insight at three in the afternoon that we’ve already lived through this and we know what will happen from now on? Unexpected cracks have appeared. Cracks through which the light of the past streams in. And yet we are supposed to have forgotten everything. The waters of the Lethe aren’t what they used to be.” CracksDeja VuPrevious Life Author:Gospodinov Georgi