Nothing to Write About

It feels like I should be writing again, but to be honest I've nothing to write about. My father is as well as it could be expected at this moment. Next week we'll go to the hospital and get him some blood tests just to see how is everything, but other than that he's been walking around on his own and he can take care of himself quite well. Today was the first time he spent the majority of the day by himself and I'm happy to declare that he is still alive and kicking.
I'm still looking for a job, though it seems with one eye closed. I've been "working" on a resume and a Cover letter, but it appears that I'm pretty busy because neither has been finished. Yet, I have time to write this blogg?! I have found a few good sites and do check them out daily; I've even sent a couple of Emails out and I'm still waiting for an answer. I'm not holding my breath, though.
I have not been to any cool bars or clubs recently and I eat mostly at home because mom is cooking up a storm and I'm not about to miss out on that. I guess the most interesting thing was that I was stopped by the cops. Twice. Here, the police don't need a reason to pull you over. They just park the cruiser by the road and pull people over. As many people as possible. The reason? The cops here are corrupted, almost all of them from what I hear, though I'm sure there are a few honest guys. The more people they stop, the more money they t(m)ake. Anyway, the first time they pulled me over I got a bit scared. You know, like, if you are in Mexico and you are all alone and it's dark and you get pulled over, you just don't trust those cops, do you? Well to make the long story short, I gave the guy 50-60 leva ($40) and they let me go. I was relieved but afterwards when I talked to couple of friends they were all laughing at me. They said that I gave too much, "20 leva tops and if all you got is big bills ask for change." I thought that was really funny.
The second time I got stopped I didn't care and when the cop said that he needs to write me a ticket for 300 leva I said "go ahead, you gotta do whatch u gotta do." He wrote down my name in a little black book held together by a rubber band and then told me that he is going to let me go with a warning. I thanked him and drove away scratching my temple with my middle finger, smiling.
The photo you see is from when I went to the coast. This is the fire that the nestinarkata walked on and this is me walking on that same fire. Just check out my face. I feel no pain whatsoever!
Photos by Valia Petrova.