Blagovesta Momchedjikova
 

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Once a year i get off  a plane in  Sofia.  It is always  winter.  Once a year i walk  the streets of mud  and snow and  smell the gas and dirt of traffic: too many cabs  yellow and small,  taking  people --  where? the drivers smoking, the drivers frowning the airport?  the train station?  anywhere away!  away from Sofia! Once a year i follow the stray  dogs  in new hounds they howl  down the  streets,  skinnier than last year, rarely  chasing the stray  cats,  themselves older & hungrier Once a year  i stroll  with my  friends -- warm smiles on their faces -- like last year,  they  love men who  don’t  love them  and wear  coats that  don’t keep  them warm  but look  cool. Once  a year i’m home.

  (c)Blagovesta Momchedjikova 2003