I recently realized that my real father has passed away. Someone left a bottle of white wine in the street near my apartment building. For some reason, through technology, I think it was a friend of his leaving the bottle for him, as this is tradition in Europe.

Hopefully I can safely write this.

When I was a child in Bulgaria I was walking in the garden near our building and a person had thrown out a book nearby. It was a prophetic book, and I opened it to a random page. I barely made out the letters because I was 3 years old. The book said that Pentcho Rouynekov would marry a woman who's name I can't write due to copyright reasons. The book also said that I would lose my eyesight. I told my mother later that maybe they didn't want me to read the book, so they wrote that.

I also told her that "she would make my father continue to stay with her even if she has to hit him on his butt." Her colleagues were in the room, two women. Fortunately she trusts them and they didn't tell anyone about this, except for one more person whom one of her colleagues trusts. The monologue has been kept secret from everyone with the exception of these four women for the past 30 years.

P.S.

This is just a memory. I wouldn't say fire if there's no fire. I don't think someone should be harmed or imprisoned for sharing a memory. We have freedom of speech in this country and also in Bulgaria.

In all honesty, a few months ago my mother's friend sent her a video from her internet where a Bulgarian guy has somewhere around 20 bottles of hard liquor in his fridge, he opens the fridge and his wife is inside holding a dough rolling pin, then he closes the fridge and walks away, so it may have reached more people.