Sofia, Bulgaria
The magical city - so called its happy inhabitants. You feel this magic when you walk down the narrow, ancient streets leading to the medieval square. There, a magnificent Catholic Church stands proudly in front of you and whispers: "welcome, you are part of history ... part of eternity." Here it fills a feeling you have just encountered for a short time. Here the legs, the heart, the head in sync lead you to the right place - where is it - you know, even before you leave. And when you leave, oh, when you leave ... do not talk to me about weddings, red carpets, and rows of paths. Every step is a step in Heaven. All streets, narrow streets, each is a living artery, a part of the big body in which you, happy, walk. And once you realize that you will not gather beauty in the shortened time always, you are going to pray, become the second hour, at least. You do not have time to cry, your breath has long stopped, you have no time even to think that you will come again ... to stay forever. You feel full and complete and complete. You want to catch an alley and go for years ... she, you, her. Seconds in years, everything is overflowing, the trumpet has just played, you have just passed a strange head, your love has said hello, and you have told her "merci".
This city, where you only step in, speaks in magical language, this city where you go to doomed love for ever ...