Moving to the UK I was terrified by the thought that I would be left without my tribe – my beloved girls. Those with whom I shared the days, every emotional typhoon, every dream, every success and failure, every stupid purchase and every Thursday night at the Beach Bar downtown. Sometimes I get attached so deeply to people that separation hurts like a physical wound from a natural birth. At the very beginning I was frequently flying to Sofia. I used to spend lots of time in all types of social media where we were active with the girls, throwing remote feasts sipping our coffee together early…
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