Tati, you are the ever perfect person i have met in my life. Tati, you are crazy. You are the craziest person i have met in my life. You are perfect because you are crazy.

She was 4:).

Eliza is 4, we are in UK. Just before going to bed, I am asking her:

"Do you want glowing starts on the ceiling, Eliza?"

And there it goes... "No, Tati. I already have them in Bulgaria and will be enjoying them there." And it continues ... "And Tati, do you know. My room has stars but yours with Mami is even more beautiful. It has a picture of you both."

Eliza is 5. Driving back with just Eliza at the back, returning from the "river" walk in Devin and not knowing, Eliza is so unwell, she will be visiting a hospital in the next days.

I saw her in the rear-view mirror smiling. I am smiling back. "Eliza, why are you smiling?"

"I did not know what to do, Tati. And decided to be happy."

Eliza is 4 and we are about to leave for school back to England.

Aiming to reflect on the days and beauty passed I am asking provocative question: "Are you not going to miss the mountains, sea, old town and theatre from Bulgaria."

The one shot kill in a calm, slightly defocused response, as if coming from another dimension: "No, Tati.". A pause. "I make my own fun wherever I am."