I make my own fun

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."